Plate V.

Publifba as the Act directs, by Harrin C, April 1,1781.

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Alas! the joys that fortune brings

Are trifling, and decay`;

And those who prize the paultry things • More trifling ftill than they.

And what is Friendship but a name,
• A charm that lulls to fleep;

A fhade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?

And Love is ftill an emptier found,
The modern fair-one's jest;
On earth unfeen, or only found
To warm the turtle's neft.

For fhame, fond youth! thy forrows hush,
• And spurn the sex !' he said:
But while he spoke, a rifing blush
His love-lorn gueft betray'd.

• No, never from this hour to part; tort! • We'll live and love so true,

The figh that rends thy conftant heart • Shall break thy Edwin's too!'

THE ENTHUSIAST.

AN ODE.

BY WILLIAM WHITEHEAD, ESO

ON

Ο

NCE, I remember well the day,...
'Twas ere the blooming fweets of May

Had loft their freshest hues;

When every flower on every hill,

In every vale, had drank it's fill
Of funshine and of dews.

In short, 'twas that sweet season's prime,
When Spring gives up the reins of Time
To Summer's glowing hand,
And doubting mortals hardly know
By whofe command the breezes blow
Which fan the fmiling land.

'Twas then, befide a green-wood shade,
Which cloath'd a lawn's aspiring head,
I urg'd my devious way,
With loit'ring steps, regardless where,
So foft, fo genial was the air,

So wond'rous bright the day.

And now my eyes with transport rove
O'er all the blue expanse above,

Unbroken by a cloud!

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