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§ 188. To-morr COTTON. How the bud its sweets discloses ;
Buds thy opening bloom bespeak.
Lilies are, by plain direction,
Emblems of thy fairer mind.
Then pursue good sense and duty,
§ 191. To Miss Lucy Fortescue. LYTTELTON. Unless perchance in the fool's calendar. Once by the Muse alone inspir’d, Wisdom disclaims the word, nor holds society I sung my am'rous strains: With those who own it. No, my Horatio, No serious love my bosom fir'd; 'Tis Fancy's child, and Folly is its father; Yet every tender maid, deceiv'd, Wrought of such stuff as dreams are, and as The idly' mournful tale believ'd, baseless
And wept my fancied pains. As the fantastic visions of the evening.
But Venus now, to punish me, But soft, my friend-arrest the present mo
For having feign'd so well, ment; For be assur'd they all are arrant tell-tales;
Has made my heart so fond of thee, And though their Aight be silent, and their path Can accents soft enough inspire
That not the whole Aonian quire
Its real name to tell.
§ 192. To Mr. West*, at Wickhamt. 1740. Thou, like a sleeping, faithless sentinel,
Well in thy seat, my friend, I see,
To both from courts and all their state
Joys far above a courtier's fate, Then stay the present instant, dear Horatio, Tranquillity and love. Imprint the marks of wisdom on its wings. 'Tis of more worth than kingdoms! far more $ 193. The Temple of the Muses. To the Counprecious
tess Temple. Than all the crimson treasures of life's fountain.
The Muses and Graces to Phæbus comO! let it not elude thy grasp ; but, like The good old patriarch upon record,
That no more on the earth a Sappho remain'd: Hold the feet angel fast until he bless thee.
That their empire of wit was now at an end,
And on beauty alone the sex must depend : $ 189. On Lord Cobham's Gardens. Cotton. To the men he had given all his fancy and fire, It puzzles much the sages' brains,
Art of healing to Armstrong I, as well as his Where Eden stood of yore:
lyre : Some place it in Arabia's plains ;
When A pollo replied, “To make you amends, Some say, it is no more.
In one Fair you shall see wit and virtue, good But Cobham can these tales confute,
friends ; As all the curious know;
The Grecian high-spirit and sweetness I'll join For he has prov'd beyond dispute
With a true Roman virtue, to make it divine: That Paradise is Stowe.
Your pride and my boast, thus form'd, would
you know, § 190. To a Child five years old. Cotton. You must visit the earthly Elysium of Stowe.” FAIREST flow'r, all flow'rs excelling Which in Eden's garden grew,
$ 194. To a Lady who sung in too low a Voice. Flow'rs of Eve's embowered dwelling When beauteous Laura's gentle voice Are, my fair one, types of you.
Divides the yielding air, Mark, my Polly, how the roses
Fix'd on her lips, the fatt'ring sounds Emulate thy damask cheek ;
Excess of joy declare. • Gilbert West, Esq. the author's cousin.
† Near Croydon. 1 Dr. John Armstrong, author of the Art of Preserving Health, &c.
There, lingering round the rosy gate, Pleasure came smiling in her train,
And chas'd the family of Pain.
Let lovers every charm admire, Where all the Graces dwell.
The easy shape, the heav'nly fire Some tuneful accents strike the sense
That from those modest beaming eyes With soft imperfect sound;
The captive heart at once surprise. While thousand others die within,
A father's is another part; In their own honey drown'd.
I praise the virtues of the heart,
And wit so elegant and free, Yet through this cloud, distinct and clear,
Attemper'd sweet with modesty. Sweet sense directs its dart;
And may kind Heaven a lover send And, while it seems to shun the ear,
Of sense, of honor, and a friend,
Those virtues always to protect,
Those beauties--never to neglect ! § 195. To Miss Wilkes, on her Birth-day, Aug. 16th, 1767. Written in France,
$ 197. An Ode in imitation of Alcæus. WILKES.
SIR WILLIAM JONES. AGAIN I tune the vocal lay
What constitutes a state? On dear Maria's natal day.
Not high-rais'd battlements or labor'd mound, This happy day I'll not deplore
Thick wall or moated gate; My exile from my native shore.
Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crown'd; No tear of mine to-day shall flow
Not bays and broad-arm'd ports, For injur'd England's cruel woe,
Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; For impious wounds to Freedom given, Not starr'd and spangled courts, The first, most sacred gist of Heaven.
Where low-brow'd baseness wafts perfume to The Muse with joy shall prune her wing;
pride. Maria's ripen'd graces sing:
No-MEN, high-minded men, And, at seventeen, with truth shall own With
as far above dull brutes endu'd The bud of beauty's fairly blown.
In forest, brake, or den, Softness and sweetest innocence
As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude : Here shed their gentle influence;
Men who their duties know, Fair modesty comes in their train,
But know their rights, and, knowing, dare To grace her sister virtue's reign.
maintain ; Then, to give spirit, taste, and ease,
Prevent the long-aim'd blow, The sov'reign art, the art to please ;
And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain: Good-humour'd wit, and fancy gay,
These constitute a state ; To-morrow cheerful as to-day,
And Sovereign Law, that State's collected will, The sun shine of a mind serene,
O'er thrones and globes elate Where all is peace within, are seen.
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill: What can the grateful Muse ask more? Smit by her sacred frown, The gods have lavish'd all their store. The fiend Discretion * like a vapour sinks, Maria shines their darling care ;
And e’en the all-dazzling crown. Still, keep her, Heaven, from every snare : Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks. May still unspotted be her fame,
Such was this heaven-lov'd isle,
No more shall freedom smile?
Since all must life resign, § 196. To Miss Wilkes on her Birth-day, Those sweet rewards which decorate the brave Aug. 16th. 1768. Written in Prison. 'Tis folly to decline,
WILKES. And steal inglorious to the silent grave.
§ 198. The Choice of a Wife by Cheese.
Captain THOMPSON. E'en in these walls, all grief to quell ; To cheer the heart, rapture inspire,
There liv'd in York, an age ago, And wake to notes of joy the lyre,
A man whose name was Pimlico: The tribute verse again to pay
He lov'd three sisters passing well,
But which the best he could not tell.
Show'd Pimlico their tenderest care:
For each was elegantly bred, Her presence banish'd every grief.
And all were much inclin'd to wed; • Discretionary or arbitrary power.
And all made Pimlico their choice,
On whose delicious banks a stately row And prais'd him with their sweetest voice. Of shady limes, or sycamores, should grow. Young Pin, the gallant and the gay, At th' end of which a silent study plac'd Like ass divided 'tween the hay,
Should be with all the noblest authors gracd: At last resolv'd to gain his ease,
Horace and Virgil, in whose mighty lines And choose his wife by eating cheese. Immortal wit, and solid learning shines; He wrote his card, he seal'd it up,
Sharp Juvenal, and amorous Ovid too, And said with them that night he'd sup; Who all the turns of love's soft passion knew. Desir'd that there might only he
He that with judgement reads his charming Good Cheshire cheese, and but them three;
lines, He was resolv'd to crown his life,
In which strong art with stronger nature joins, And by that means to fix his wife.
Must grant his fancy does the best excel, The girls were pleas'd at his conceit;
His thoughts so tender, and express'd so well: Each dress'd herself divinely neat ;
With all those moderns, men of steady sense, With faces full of peace and plenty,
Esteem'd for learning and for eloquence. Blooming with roses under twenty.
In some of these, as fancy should advise, For surely Nancy, Betsy, Sally,
I'd always take my morning exercise : Were sweet as lilies of ihe valley:
For sure no minutes bring us more content, But singly surely Buxom Bet
Than those in pleasing useful studies spent. Was like new hay and mignionet;
I'd have a clear and competent estate, But each surpass'd a poet's fancy,
That I might live genteelly, but not great: For that, of iruth, was said of Nancy: As much as I could moderately spend, And as for Sal, she was a Donna,
A little more sometimes t'oblige a friend. As fair as those of old Cretona, *
Nor should the sons of poverty repine Who to Apelles lent their faces
Too much at fortune, they should taste of mine. To make up madam Helen's graces,
And all that objects of true pily were, To those the gay divided Pim
Should be reliev'd with what my wants could Came elegantly smart and trim :
spare : When ev'ry smiling maiden, certain, For that our Maker has too largely given, Cut of the cheese to try her fortune.
Should be return’d in gratitude to Heaven. Nancy, at once, not fearing-caring
A frugal plenty should my table spread; To show her saying ate the paring;
My friends with no luxurious dishes fed : And Bet, to show her gen'rous mind, Enough to satisfy, and something more Cut, and then threw away the rind;
To feed the stranger and the neighbouring While prudent Sarah, sure to please,
poor. Like a clean maiden, scrap'd the cheese. Strong meat indulges vice, and pampering food This done, young Pimlico replied,
Creates diseases, and inflames the blood. “ Sally I now declare my bride :
But what's sufficient to make nature strong, With Nan I can't my welfare put,
And the bright lamp of life continue long, For she has prov'd a dirty slut:
I'd freely take; and, as I did possess, And Betsy, who has par'd the rind,
The bounteous Author of my plenty bless. Would give my fortune to the wind.
I'd have a little vault, but always stor'd Sally the happy medium chose,
With the best wine each vintage could afford. And I with Sally will repose;
Wine whets the wit, improves its native force, She's prudent, cleanly; and the man
And gives a pleasant flavour to discourse : Who fixes on a nuptial plan
By making all our spirits debonair, Can never err, if he will choose
Throws off the lees,' the sediment of care. A wife by cheese before he ties the noose." But as the greatest blessing Heaven lends
May be debauch’d, and serve ignoble ends; § 199. The Choice. Pomirer.
So, 'but too oft, the grape's refreshing juice
Does many mischievous effects produce : If Heaven the grateful liberty would give, My house should no such rude disorders know, That I might choose my method how to live, As from high drinking consequently flow; And all those hours propitious fate should lend, Nor would I use what was so kindly given, In blissful ease and satisfaction spend : To the dishonour of indulgent Heaven.
Near some fair town I'd have a private seat, If any neighbour came, he should be free, Built uniform, not little, nor too great:
respect, and not uneasy be, Better, if on a rising ground it stood;
In my retreat, or to himself or me. On this side fields, on that a neighbouring wood. What freedom, prudence, and right reason give, It should within no other things contain, All men may, with impanily, receive: But what are useful, necessary, plain : But the least swerving from their rule's too Methinks 'tis nauseous, and I'll ne'er endure
much ; The needless pomp of gaudy furniture. For what's forbidden us, 'tis death to touch. A little garden, grateful to the eye,
That life may be more confortable yet, Where a cool rivulet runs murmuring by; And all my joys refind, sincere, and great ;
• Apelles, from five beautiful virgins of Cretona, drew the beautiful Helen.
On whose delicious banks a get
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As much as I could moderate sa
I'd choose two friends, whose conipany would | From cloud to cloud the pale moon hurrying
Now blacken’d, and now Aashing through her
I own I labor for the voice of praise
Who would not live in songs of distant days ?
page, Secret they should be, faithful to their trust; I mark, in visions of delight, the Sage, In reasoning cool, strong, temperate, and High o'er the wrecks of man, who stands just :
sublime; Obliging, open, without huffing, brave,
A column in the melancholy waste
Majestic 'nid the solitude of time.
Yet now to sadness let me yield the hous--
Yes, let the tears of purest friendship show't.
I view, alas! what ne'er should die
A form that wakes my deepest sigh ;
A forin that feels of death the leaden sleep-
Descending to the realms of shade,
I view a pale-ey'd, panting maid,
I see the Virtues o'er their fav’rite weep.
Ah! could the Muse's simple pray'r Belov'd by all, not vainly popular.
Command the envied trump of faine,
Oblivion should Eliza spare :
Art thou departing too, my trembling friend?
sword Ah! draws thy little lustre to its end? Law-suits I'd shun with as much studious care Yes, on thỹ frame Fate too shall fix her As I would dens where hungry lions are ;
O let me, pensive, watch thy pale decay ;
How fast thy life the restless minutes steal !
How slender now, alas! thy thread of fire !
In vain ihy struggles-all will soon be o'er. give,
Now round I see thy Aame so feeble creep, Thus I'd in pleasure, ease, and plenty live. Faint, less'ning, quiv'ring, glinnı'ring-now And as I near approach'd the verge of life,
no more! Some kind relation (for I'd have no wife) Thus shall the sons of science sink away, Should take
him all my worldly care, Whilst I did for a better state prepare.
And thus of beauty fade the fairest flow's
For where's the giant who to Time shall say,
Presented together with a Knifely the
Rev. SAMUEL Bishop, Head Muster of Mer-
chant Taylors' School, to his l'ife on her
Wedding Day, which happened to be her All nen would wish to live and die like me.
Birth Day and New Year's Day.
A KNIFE, dear girl, cuts love, they say
Mere modish love perhaps it may;
Can sep'rate what was never join'd.
To steal a precious hour from lifeless sleep Must cut your softness, worth, and spirit
To level yours with modern taste,
Clip what would dizen out a score.
I'd have a lule raalt, but albanismi
But the least swerving frases
For what's forbiddeo us, sed
That lite mar be more comia
drew the beacut Hels
The self-same blade from me must sever First love, by friendship mellow'd into bliss, Sensation, judgement, sight for ever!
Lights the glad glow, and sanctifies the kiss; All mem'ry of endearments past,
When fondly welcom'd to the accustom'd seat All hope of comforts long to last,
In sweet complaisance wife and husband All that makes fourteen
meet, A summer- and a short one too :
Look mutual pleasure, mutual purpose share, All that aflection feels and fears,
Repose from labors, but unite in care. When hours, without you, seem like years.- Ambition !-does ambition there reside? Till that be done (und I'd as soon
Yes !—when the boy in manly mood astride, Believe this knife will clip the moon) Of headstrong prowess innocently vain, Accopt my present undeterr’d,
Canters, the jockey of his father's cane. And leave their prorerbs to the herd.
While emulation in the daughter's heart If in a kiss-delicious treat!
Bears a more mild, tho' not less powerful part; Your lips acknowledge the receipt ;
With zeal to shine her futtering bosum Love, fond of such substantial fare,
warms, And proud to play the glutton there,
And in the romp the future housewife forms. All thoughts of cutting will disdain,
Or both perchance to graver sport incline, Save only—" cut and come again."
And art and genius in their pastime join,
riddle's puzzling knot inrents, § 202. By the same, with a Ring. Thal rears aloft the card-built tenements. “Thee, Mary, with this ring I wed,"
Think how joy animates intense though meek So sixteen years ago I said
The fading roses on the grandame cheek, Behold another ring! “ For what?"
When proud the frolic progeny, to survey, To wed thee o’er again—why not?
She feels and owns an interest in their play, With the first ring I married youth,
Adopts each wish their wayward whims un.
fold, Grace, beauty, innocence, and truth: Taste long admir’d, sense long reverd:
And tells at every call, the story ten times
told. And all my Molly then appear’d, If she, by merit since disclos'd,
Good-humoured dignity endears meanwhile Prov'd twice the woman I suppos’d,
The narrative grandsire's venerable style. I plead that double inerit now,
If haply feats achiev'd in prime of youth, To justify a double vow.
Or pristine anecdote, or historic truth, Here ihen to-day (with faith as sure,
Or inaxim shrewd, or admonition bland, With ardour as iniense and pure,
Affectionate attention's ear command.
To such society, so form’d, so blest, As when amidst the rites divine
Time, Thought, Remembrance, all impart I took thy troth, and plighted mine)
a zest, To thee, sweet girl, my second ring, A token and a pledge I bring;
And Expectation, day by day, more bright, With this I wed, till death us part,
Bound every prospect throws increasing light. Thy riper virtues to my heart;
The simplesi comforts act with strongest
force; These virtues, which, before untry'd, The wife has added to the bride;
Whate'er can give them, can improre, of Those virtues, whose progressive claim, Endearing wedlock's very naine,
All this is common-place, you'll tell me:
What pity 'tis not common fashion too.
Roam as we will, plain sense at last will find Honor's high thought, affection's pow'r,
'Tis only seeking-what we left behind. Discretion's deed, sound judgement's sentence; Domestic virtues give the largest scope;
If individual good engage our hope, And teach me all things—but repentance.
If plans of public eminence we trace,
Domestic virtues are its surest base. $ 203. The Family Fireside. Bishop.
Would great example make these truths more “ Home's home, however homely,” wisdom clear, says,
The greatest of examples shall appear. And ceriain is the fact, though coarse the Is there a man whom general suffrage owns phrase :
An honour to the majesty of thrones? To prove it, if it need a proof at all,
Is there a man whom general love's acclaim Mark what a train attends the Muse's call; Greets with each noblest and each dearest And as she leads the ideal group along,
name? Let your own feelings realize the song. He, 'midst the glare of state, and pomp of Clear then the stage! no scen'ry we re
Courts ihe soft sympathies of the family hour; Save the snug circle round the parlour fire ;
Not less illustrious at his own fireside, And enter marshall'd in procession fair Byprivate merit's sterling standard tried, spring, Each happier influence that predominates Than when the cares from royal worth that there.
Call forth the people's father, and the king.