HORACE, BOOK II. O D E 16th Otium Divos, &c. BY MR. HASTINGS, ON HIS PASSAGE FROM BENGAL TO ENGLAND, IN 1785. ADDRESSED TO JOHN SHORE, ESQ. FOR eafe the harrafs'd feaman prays, The Cape's furrounding wave; When hanging o'er the reef he hears, For ease, the flow Maratta fpoils, And hardier Sic erratic toils, While both their ease forego; For eafe, which neither gold can buy, For For neither gold, nor gems combin'd, Perch'd on his couch Distemper breathes, He who enjoys nor covets more, Let but his mind unfetter'd tread, No fears his peace of mind annoy, Which labour'd years have won ; Nor pack'd committees break his reft, Short is our fpan, then why engage Why flight the gifts of Nature's hand, What wanderer from his native land, E'er left himfelf behind? The reftlefs thought, and wayward will, Nor quit him while he lives; At fea, care follows in the wind, He would happy live to day, Muft laugh the prefent ills away, For come they will, or foon or late, To ripen'd age, Clive liv'd renown'd, Too long, alas! he liv'd, to hate An early death, was Elliott's doom, Too Too foon to fade! I bade the stone, To thee, perhaps, the fates may give, Herds, flocks, and fruitful fields; For me, O Shore! I only claim, The good, and just to please. A state above the fear of want, * Mr. Elliott died in October 1778, in his way to Naugpore, the capital of Moodajee Boolla's dominions, being deputed on an embaffy to that Prince, by the Governor General and Council; a monument was erected to his memory, on the fpot where he was buried; and the Marattas have fince built a town there, called Elliott Gunge, or Elliott's town.. TO THE MEMORY OF MISS MARIA LINLEY, WHO DIED SEPTEMBEr 5, 1784. BY CAPTAIN THOMPSON. Lesbi puella, vale! IF truth, if virtue, innocence and grace, Met earth's applaufe, or heav'n's high recompence; Prov'd thee defcended of celestial race; EPITAPH, |