And, like a rude ill-manner'd Clown, Our Patient thus, his Inmate gone, Cur'd of the Crotchets in his Crown, Joyful his Gratitude expreffes, With thousand Thanks, and hundred Pieces. And thus, with much of Pains and Coft, Regain'd the Health, he never loft. MORA L. Taught by long Miseries, we find Repofe is feated in the Mind ; And most Men foon or late have own'd, 'Tis there, or no where, to be found. Without Experience of the Woes; HO HORACE, Ode XI. Book I. To LEUCONO E. IS ill; attempt not to foresee The Ends ordain'd for You and Me: No; never to Magicians run, To learn the Fate, You cannot shun: Or this Year's Snow defcends Your laft; But use the Bleffings they bestow: ; Our Age endures continual Death And lend the Morrow no Belief. will D DE DESCRIPTION of the SPRING. G From A NA CREON. Ladfome Spring brings on the Year, And all things with a Smile appear; Peace, whilst roaring Tempefts fleep, The Sun, which late fhone out from high Now rejoyces to display All the Majesty of Day. Men are ravish'd with the Scene ; Cheerful Looks, and Mirth ferene, And Joy in every Face are seen. The Trees, with flagrant Bloffoms crown'd, Breathe their Odours all around. The The Vine the Genial Heat receives Thro' the Branches, thro' the Leaves, Gently glides the vital Sap, And animates the glorious Grape, SONG. I. Forgive, fair Creature, form'd to please, Forgive a wond'ring Youth's Defire: Thofe Charms, thofe Virtues when he fees, II. While each the other still improves, The fairest Face, the fairest Mind; Not, with the Proverb, he that loves, But he that loves You not, is blind. |