Come then, fair maid (in nature wise) In justice to the various pow'rs With lenient balm, may Ob'ron hence With ev'ry herb that blunts the sense 'Oh! if my Sov'reign Author please, To live, unblest, in torpid ease, 'Each tender tie of life defied Whence social pleasures spring, Some Alpine mountain, wrapt in snow, In vain warm suns their influence shed, He rears unchanged his barren head, What tho' in scaly armour drest, Indifference may repel The shafts of woe-in such a breast 'Tis woven in the world's great plan, And fix'd by Heav'n's decree, That all the true delights of man 'Tis nature bids, and whilst the laws Our self-approving bosom draws Thus grief itself has comforts dear, The sordid never know; And ecstasy attends the tear, When virtue bids it flow; For, when it streams from that purc source To check or alter from its course Peace to the phlegm of sullen elves, Let no low thought suggest the pray'r, Where'er the heav'nly nymph is seen, A train attendant on their Queen (Her rosy chorus) fly. The jocund Loves in Hymen's band, With torches ever bright, And gen'rous Friendship hand in hand, With Pity's wat'ry sight. The gentler virtues too are join'd, The soft relations, which, combined, The Arts come smiling in the close, The marble breathes, the canvas glows, 'Still may my melting bosom cleave To suff'rings not my own, And still the sigh responsive heave, 'So pity shall take Virtue's part, And fashioning my soften'd heart, This artless vow may Heav'n receive, So may the rosy-finger'd hours And ev'ry joy, which now is yours, And suns to come, as round they wheel, Your golden moments bless, With all a tender heart can feel, Or lively fancy guess. ON THE PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ., TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND. ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth, And in his sportive days, Fair science pour'd the light of truth, See! with united wonder, cried The experienced and the sage, Ambition in a boy supplied Discernment, eloquence, and grace, The praise bestow'd was just and wise, So the best courser on the plain THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day, (As who knows but perhaps it may) A little nearer home. Yon roaring boys who rave and fight I always held them in the right, But oh! for him my fancy culls Who constitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE note. 167 Such civil broils are my delight, Though some folks can't endure 'em, A rope! I wish we patriots had ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED OH fond attempt to give a deathless lot So when a child, as playful children use, REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, |