So, stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangu'd him thus, right eloquent Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, You would abhor to do me wrong, For 'twas the self-same pow'r divine And found a supper somewhere else. Hence jarring sectaries may learn Their real int'rest to discern; That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other; But sing and shine by sweet consent, The gifts of nature and of grace. Those Christians best deserve the name Who studiously make peace their aim; VOTU M. O MATUTINI rores, auræque salubres, avebat, Antelarem proprium placidam expectare senectam, Tum demùm, exactis non infeliciter annis, Sortiri tacitum lapidem, aut sub cespite condi! ON A GOLDFINCH STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE. I. TIME was when I was free as air, The thistles downy seed my fare, I perch'd at will on ev'ry spray, My form genteel, my plumage gay, My strains for ever new. II. But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain, And form genteel, were all in vain, And of a transient date; For, caught and cag'd, and starv'd to death, In dying sighs my little breath Soon pass'd the wiry grate. THE PINE-APPLE AND THE BEE. 343 III. Thanks, gentle swain, for all my woes, And thanks for this effectual close And cure of ev'ry ill! More cruelty could none express; THE PINE-APPLE AND THE BEE. THE pine-apples, in triple row, Were basking hot, and all in blow; A bee of most discerning taste Perceiv'd the fragrance as he pass'd, On eager wing the spoiler came, And search'd for crannies in the frame, Urg'd his attempt on ev'ry side, To ev'ry pane his trunk applied; But still in vain, the frame was tight, And only pervious to the light; Methinks, I said, in thee I find The sin and madness of mankind. To joys forbidden man aspires, Folly the spring of his pursuit, And disappointment all the fruit. While Cynthio ogles as she passes The nymph between two chariot glasses, She is the pine-apple, and he The silly unsuccessful bee. The maid, who views with pensive air The show-glass fraught with glitt'ring ware, Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets, But sighs at thought of empty pockets; Like thine, her appetite is keen, But ah, the cruel glass between! |