The ftings of falfhood those shall try, Lo, in the vale of years beneath The painful family of death, More hideous than their queen : This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff'rings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain; "Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate! Since forrow never comes too late, And happiness too fwiftly flies. ODE. Lo D By the Same. I. O! where the rofy-bofom'd hours, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, ! The ATTICK warbler pours her throat Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky II. E. Where-e'er the oak's thick branches ftretch A broader browner fhade; Where-e'er the rude and mofs-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade; Befide fome water's rushy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftick state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how indigent the proud, III. Still III. Still is the toiling hand of care : The panting herds repose: Yet hark, how through the peopled air The bufy murmur glows! The infect youth are on the wing, And float amid the liquid noon : IV. To contemplation's fober eye Such is the race of man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. Alike the bufy and the gay But flutter thro' life's little day, In fortune's varying colours drefs'd: V. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply: Poor moralift! and what art thou? A folitary fly! Thy Thy joys no glittering female meets, On hafty wings thy youth is flown ; "T By the Same. I. WAS on a lofty vafe's fide, Where China's gayeft art had dy'd The azure flowers, that blow ; Demureft of the Tabby kind, The penfive Selima reclin'd, Gaz'd on the lake below. Her confcious tail her joy declar'd; The velvet of her paws, The coat that with the tortoise vies, She faw; and purr'd applause, III. Still III. Still had she gaz'd: but 'midst the tide The Genii of the stream; Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue IV. The haplefs nymph with wonder faw: She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize. What cat's averse to fish? V. Prefumptuous maid! with looks intent VI. Eight times emerging from the flood Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid ftir'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Sufan heard. A fav'rite has no friend! |