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Henry also pursues the maid si
With every soothing art :
Henry an honeft heart.
Say, which would you approve,
With Henry only love.
That done, your judgment give, to quiet Sufan's mind.
: * x3y – xy=983040. .
· x4+xy* =3481600, Where x is Richard's age, and y is Henry's. N. B. The above question is proposed by Mr. James Wil. fon, schoolmatter, in the Ladies Diary for the present year ; but an answer may appear in the Weekly Entertainer long before it can in the next year's Diary,
An ENIGMA, by J. Hodge, of Wells,
And sometimes undergo
Without or pain or woe. -
I can at pleasure gain,
That melt at love's soft strain.
Me without blushing they'll admit,
Those balmy sweets to fip,
Flow from each beauteous lip,
I the fair sex attend ;
Me from their fight they'll fend,
tit a correspondent would be glad if some judicious writer would send an Elay on Suicide to the printer, in order that it may appear in the Entertainer,
An O DE 10 M A Y.
I Lovely goddess, sprightly MÁY,
Goddess, with thy vest of green,
Bring along thy virgin train ; . ..
HYMN to the MORNING.
AUGHTER of heav'n! Aurora rise,
And usher in the sun.
Come, morning, come, which hear'n defiga'd
Its choicest gifts to hear,
To worship and revere.
ELEGY on a TALLOW CANDLE.
DENSIVE I lay, e'en from the dead of night,
Until the sun his daily course began, Reflecting on the candle's wasting light,
And moraliz'd the fate of mortal man,
White and unfully'd was the cotton wick,
When from the chandler first to me it came; Behold how black! the greasy drops how thick!
Such colour takes it from imparted flame.
Such is the youth, of manners ftri&t and pure,
Till, led by vice, he quits his reason's guide ; . By flatt'ry drawn, he stoops to vice's lure,
And from the path of reason wanders wide.
The fool who sells his freedom for a smile,
Or for a ribband barters peace of mind, Like wafting wicks just glimmers for a while,
Then dies in smoke, and leaves a stink behind,
The many perils that ambition wait
(When soaring high we still the lower fall) Are but the snuffers of expiring light,
And death’s the grand extinguither of all.
ON LIFE. AN, by neceflity compell?d, must go IV O’er rocks of peril, and through vales of woe. Man with the morn begins his deftin'd race, Joy in his eye, and pleasure in his face ; But, oh! what rubs attend his secting days, His finews slacken, and his sense decays; His limbs fore ake, with hourly coil oppressid, Till wish'd for night restores him peaceful rest.
Thus man for ever labours and decays,