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With health and spirits not content;
Each glittering work of art;
And, captivate thy heart.''' >'• i..-'. I
But ah!' though Tully pleads in vain, ...;•:
The ardors of thy foul:
And every thought control.
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On, whom they gladly smile: :..•..'. .'.'.'.>
How obsolete thy style! • . . . : 1.>. . . .
Each fond pursuit of lise give o'er;
Old age creeps on, then write no more . :" •
In profe or jingling rhyme; With critic eye thy works review; Scan well thy ways; thy lise renew;
Correil thy saults in time.
"Thy counsel's good: heaven grant I may,
Some human frailty mend!
Still mindsul of my end!"
To Tq a Young Gentleman.
BE not, my Friend, by youth deceived,
Youth must resign its blooming charms
Will wither every joy:
That Time will soon destroy. .
So smiles at Morn the dewy Rofe,
Revolving odours round:
Down-trodden on the ground.
Hours, days, months, years impetuous fly,
And must return no more.
And cancelled from thy sccTe.
See how the globes, that fail the heaven,
Are hastening to their doom:
His patent and his tomb.
Though we in this low vale were born,
And to the heaven should rise:
And warble to the skies.
On an Urn at Worville, in Shropshire.
STRANGER! is woods and lawns like these;
A SHORT HYMN.
James ii. 22. Thou fees that faith wrought together with his works, and by works was faith made perfeel.
THE power of saith his works begot,
As motion raised by vital heat,
Increase the heat, and vigour brings,
Augments the source from whence it spring*;