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Happy if Morpheus visits there,
Be ever cheerful, ever gay:
But tho' enwrapt in noise and smoke,
They ne'er can heal his peace when broke;
His fears arise, he sighs again
For solitude on rural plain;
Even there his wishes all conveen
To bear him to his noise again.
Thus tortur'd, rack'd, and sore opprest,
He constant hunts, but never finds his rest.
Antistrophe.. Oh exercise! thou healing power,
The toiling rustic's chiefest dower;
Be thou with parent virtue join'd
For wealth and idleness to make them poor.
ODE TO DISAPPOINTMENT.
THOU joyous fiend, life's constant foe,
Her gayest haunts for ever nigh,
That swells the murm'ring soul.
Why haunt'st thou me thro' deserts drear?
Thy visage wan did e'er I woo,
Even now enchanted scenes abound,
Now horrors, hell, and furies reign,
The passions at thy urgent call,
And now Despair with lurid eye
The lover flies the haunts of day,
Sad sisters of the sighing grove
Attune their lyres to hapless love,
Yet Hope undaunted wears thy chain,
Unaw'd by power her fancy flies
THE waving yew or cypress wreath
Since Strephon's virtue's sunk to rest,
A sad-ey'd mourner at his tomb,
Thou, Friendship! pay thy rites divine, And echo thro' the midnight gloom That Strephon's early fall was thine.
HORACE, ODE XI. LIB. I.
NE'ER fash your thumb what gods decree To be the weird o' you or me,
Nor deal in cantrip's kittle cunning
To spier how fast your days are running;
But patient lippen for the best,
THE AUTHOR'S LIFE.
My life is like the flowing stream
That on its watry bosom sail,
And wanders 'midst Elysian groves
Thro' all the haunts that fancy loves.
May I when drooping days decline, And 'gainst those genial streams combine, The winter's sad decay forsake,
SINCE brightest beauty soon must fade,
That in life's spring so long has roll'd,
And wither in the drooping shade,
Ye virgins, sieze the fleeting hour,
Ere age your wonted smiles deflow'r,
On a Lawyer's desiring one of the Tribe to look with respect to a GIBBET.
THE lawyers may revere that tree
On the AUTHOR's intention of going to Sea.
FORTUNE and Bob, e'er since his birth,
She fairly kickt him from the earth
IVritten Extempore, at the desire of a Gentleman who was rather ill-favoured, but who had a beautiful Family of
SC-TT and his children emblems are
Of real good and evil;
His children are like cherubims,
But Sc-tt is like the devil.