Thanks, gentle fwain, for all my woes, And thanks for this effectual clofe And cure of ev'ry ill! More cruelty could none express, Had been your pris'ner ftill. The PINE APPLE and the BEE. THE pine apples in triple row, Urg'd his attempt on ev'ry fide, To ev'ry pane his trunk applied, But But still in vain, the frame was tight And only pervious to the light. Thus having wafted half the day, He trimm'd his flight another way. The fin and madness of mankind; Folly he fpring of his pursuit, And disappointment all the fruit. While Cynthio ogles as fhe paffes The nymph between two chariot glasses, She is the pine apple, and he The filly unsuccessful bee. The maid who views with penfive air The fhow-glafs fraught with glitt'ring ware, Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets, Like thine, her appetite is keen, But ah the cruel glass between! 2 Our Our dear delights are often fuch, HORAC E. Book the 2d. ODE the 10th. I. RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach, So fhalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverse fortunes pow'r ; Not always tempt the distant deep, Nor always timorously creep, Along the treach'rous fhore. He II. He that holds fafts the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great; Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, III. The tallest pines feel moft the pow'r The bolts that spare the mountain's fide, And spread the ruin round. IV. The well inform'd philofopher Rejoices with an wholesome fear, And hopes in fpite of pain; If winter bellow from the north, Soon the sweet spring comes dancing forth, And nature laughs again. What V. What if thine heav'n be overcaft, The dark appearance will not last, Expect a brighter sky; The God that ftrings the filver bow, VI. If hindrances obstruct thy way, And let thy ftrength be feen; AREFLECTION on the foregoing O D E. AND is this all? Can reafon do no more Than bid me fhun the deep and dread the fhore? Sweet |