Is't reafon? no; that my whole life will belye, heart, Is't ambition that fills Is my mind on diftrefs too intenfely employ'd, Both flacken the fprings of thofe nerves which they ftrain, That I've felt each reverse that from fortune can flow, If then for this once in my life I am free, And escape from a fnare might catch wiser than me; 'Tis that beauty alone but imperfectly charms For tho' brightness may dazzle 'tis kindness that warms: So beauty our just admiration may claim, But love, and love only the heart can inflame. RHAPSODY on TASTE, On feeing the Duchefs of Devonshire in full Drefs. By LORD C OME, thou goddefs fair and free, And nurs'd upon th' Athenian shore, Could give, and all the arts to please: Sir William Chambers. And fave thofe charms from fashion's tawdry reign, But leave one fnow-white plume to fhew Bid her feem but what she is : From Granby learn to worship ahee. Lincolns-Inn New Square. ELE G Y. Written in the Garden of a Friend. By W. MAS ON, A. M. WHILE o'er my head this laurel-woven bow'r Its arch of glittering verdure wildly flings, Can fancy flumber? can the tuneful pow'r, No; if the blightning Eaft deform'd the plain, And friendship prompt the theme, where beauty fail'd. For he, whofe careless art this foliage dreft, How well does mem'ry note the golden day, "Unfeen, unheard, beneath an hawthorn' fhade!" 'Twas there we met the mufes hail'd the hour; The fame defires, the fame ingenious arts Infpir'd us both; we own'd and blefs'd the pow'r That join'd at once our ftudies and our hearts. O! fince those days, when fcience fpread the feaft, Say has one genuine joy e'er warm'd my breast? To thirft for praise his temperate youth forbore; Hither in manhood's prime he wifely fled This laurel fhade was witness to their loves. "Bégone (he cry'd) ambition's air-drawn plan; "Hence with perplexing pomp's unwieldy wealth: "Let me not feem, but be the happy man, "Poffeft of love, of competence, and health.” Smiling he fpake, nor did the fates withstand; * Mufœus, the firft Poem which the author publifhed, written while he was a scholar of St. College in Cambridge. |