10. With fools in kindred vice the same, 11. Such is the common lot of man: 12. No, for myself, so dark my fate Through every turn of life hath been; Man and the world I so much hate, I care not when I quit the scene. 13. But thou, with spirit frail and light, 14. Alas! whenever folly calls Where parasites and princes meet, (For cherish'd first in royal halls, 'come vices kindly greet) 15. Ev'n now thou'rt nightly seen to add 16. There dost thou glide from fair to fair, That taint the flowers they scarcely taste. 17. But say, what nymph will prize the flame 18. What friend for thee, howe'er inclined, 19. In time forbear; amidst the throng Be something, any thing, but-mean. ΤΟ 1. WELL! thou art happy, and I feel 2. Thy husband's blest-and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass-Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! 3. When late I saw thy favourite child, 4. I kiss'd it, and repress'd my sighs 5. Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay; My heart would soon again be thine. 6. I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride My heart in all, save hope, the same. 7. Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look; But now to tremble were a crimeWe met, and not a nerve was shook. 8. I saw thee gaze upon my face, 9. Away! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream? My foolish heart be still, or break. FROM THE PORTUGUESE. IN moments to delight devoted, |