And, joining thy enraptur'd fong,
Inftruct the world-enamour'd throng,
That the contented, harmless breast
In folitude itself is bleft.

ས་རྫས་ར་ར་

ON THE FRIENDSHIP OF TWO YOUNG

LADIES.

HAIL, beauteous pair! whom Friendship binds
In softest, yet in strongest ties,
Soft as the temper of your minds,
Strong as the luftre of your eyes!

So Venus's doves in couples fly,

And friendly steer their equal courfe,
Whofe feathers Cupid's fhafts fupply,
And wing them with refiftless force.

Thus as you move, Love's tender flame,
Like that of Friendship, paler burns ;

Both our divided paffion claim,

And friends and rivals prove by turns.

Then

Then ease yourselves, and bless mankind,
Friendship so vain no more pursue;
In Wedlock's rofy bow'r you'll find
The joys of Love and Friendship too.

HEALTH.

HEALTH! to thee thy vot'ry owes
All the bleffings life bestows,

All the sweets the fummer yields,
Melodious woods, and clover'd fields;
By thee he tastes the calm delights
Of studious days and peaceful nights;

By thee his eyes each scene with rapture views; The Muse shall fing thy gifts, for they inspire the Muse.

Does increase of wealth impart
Transports to a bounteous heart?
Does the fire with smiles survey

His prattling children round him play?

Does

Does love with mutual blushes streak The fwain's and virgin's artless cheek? From Health these blushes, fmiles, and transports flow:

Wealth, children, love itself, to Health their

relish owe,

ཨཨར་

THE ELBOW CHAIR NEW CLOATHED. My dear companion, and my faithful friend! If Orpheus taught the lift'ning oaks to bend; If ftones and rubbish, at Amphion's call,

Danc'd into form, and built the Theban wall,
Why shouldft not thou attend my humble lays,
And hear my grateful harp refound thy praise ?
True, thou art spruce and fine, a very beau,
But what are trappings and external show?
To real worth alone I make my court,
Knaves are my scorn, and coxcombs are my
fport.

Once

Once I beheld thee far less trim and gay, Ragged, disjointed, and to worms a prey; The fafe retreat of every lurking mouse ; Derided, fhunn'd; the lumber of my house! Thy robe how chang'd from what it was before! Thy velvet robe, which pleas'd my fires of yore! 'Tis thus capricious Fortune wheels us round; Aloft we mount-then tumble to the ground. Yet grateful then, my conftancy I prov'd; I knew thy worth, my friend in rags I lov'd! Here on thy yielding down I fit fecure, And, patiently, what Heav'n has fent endure; From all the futile cares of business free, Not fond of life, but yet content to be: Here mark the fleeting hours, regret the paft, And seriously prepare to meet the last.

ཅ་ས་པད་རབ་

A RAMBLE.

AS o'er Afteria's fields I rove,
The blissful feat of peace and love,

Ten

Ten thousand beauties round me riíe,
And mingle pleasure with surprise.
By Nature bleft in every part,
Adorn'd with ev'ry grace of art,
This paradife of blooming joys
Each raptur'd fenfe, at once, employs.
But when I view the radiant queen,
Who form'd this fair enchanting scene,
Pardon, ye grots! ye crystal floods!
Ye breathing flowers! ye fhady woods!
Your coolness now no more invites,
No more your murmuring stream delights;
Your sweets decay, your verdure's flown,
My foul's intent on her alone.

2་ཡར་ན།

NIGHT.

THE bufy cares of day are done;
In yonder western cloud the fun
Now fets, in other worlds to rife,

And glad with light the nether skies.