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HORACE, ODE XI. LIB. I.
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.
ODE XI. LIB. I.
NE'ER fash your thumb what gods decree
THE AUTHOR'S LIFE.
Now moisten weel your geyzen'd wa's
My life is like the flowing stream
May I when drooping days decline, And 'gainst those genial streams combine, The winter's sad decay forsake, And centre in my parent lake.
SINCE brightest beauty soon must fade,
That in life's spring so long has rollid, And whither in the drooping shade,
E'er it return to native mould.
Ye virgins, seize the fleeting hours
In time catch Cytherea's joy, 'Ere age your wonted smiles deflower,
And hopes of love and life annoy.
On a Lawyer's desiring one of the Tribe to look
with respect to a Gibbet.
THE Lawyers may revere that tree
Where thieves so oft have strung, Since, by the Law's most wise decreo,
Her thieves are never hung.
OF GOING TO SEA,
FORTUNE and Bob, e'er since his birth,
Could never yet agree ;
She fairly kick'd him from the earth,
To try his fate at sea.
Written Extempore, at the desire of a gentleman
who was rather ill-favoured, but who had a beautiful Family of Children.
Sc_TT and his children emblems are
Of real good and evil ;
But Scott is like the devil.
VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES.
An Elegy on the untimely Death of a Scots Poet.
BY MR JOHN TAIT.
Quis desiderio sit pudor, aut modus
DARK was the night, and silence reign'd o’er all;
No mirthful sounds urg'd on the ling’ring hour : The sheeted ghost stalk d thro' the stately hall;
And ev'ry breast confess'd chill Horror's power.
Slumb'ring I lay : I mus'd on human hopes : • Vain, vain," I cried, “ are all the hopes wo