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There, as I pass'd with careless steps and slow,
The mingling notes came soften'd from below.
The swain, responsive as the milk-maid sung;
The sober herd, that low'd to meet their young;
The noisy geese, that gabbled o'er the pool ;
The playful children, just let loose from school;.
The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whisp'ring wind;
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind : *
These all, in soft confusion, sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.

Unhappy close of Life.
How shocking must thy summons be, O Death!
To him that is at ease in his possessions!
Who, counting on long years of pleasure here,
Is quite unfurnish'd for the world to come!
In that dread moment, how the frantic soul
Raves round the walls of her clay tenement;
Runs to each avenue, and shrieks for help-
But shrieks in vain 1 How wishfully she looks
On all she's leaving, now no longer her's !
A little longer, yet a little longer,
O might she stay to wash away her stains,
And åt her for her passage! Mournful sight!
Her very eyes weep blood; and every groan
She heaves is big with horrour. But the foe,
Like a staunch murd'rer, steady to his purpose,
Pursues her close through ev'ry lane of life :
Nor misses once the track, but presses on,
Till, forc'd at last to the tremendous verge,
At once she sinks to everlasting ruin.

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To-Morrow. How sweet to the heart is the thought of to-morrow, .; When hope's fairy pictures bright colours display! How sweet when we can from futurity borrow A balm for the griefs that afflict us to-day! When wearisome sickness has taught me to languish, For health and the comfort it hears on its wing, Let me hope! (0! how soon it would lessen my anguish) That to-morrow will peace and serenity bring When trav'ling alone, quite forlorn, unbefriended, Sweet the hope that to-morrow my wand'rings will cease ; That at home, then, with care sympathetic attended, 1 shall rest unmolested, and slumber in peace. Or, when from the friends of my heart long divided, The fond expectation with joy how replete; That from far distant regions by Providence guided, To-inorrow will see ve most happily meet.

A kind and gentle temper of great importance to the happiness

of life.
Since trifies make the sum of human things,
And hat our mis'ry from our foibles springs;
Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease,
And few can save, or gerve, but all can please.
0! let th’ungentle spirit learn from hence,
A small unkindness is a great offence :
Large bounties to bestow, we wish in vain ;
Eut all may shun the guilt of giving pain.
To bless mankind with tides of flowing wealth,
With pow'r to grace them, or to crown with health,
Our little lot denies ; but Heav'n decrees
To all, the gift of minist’ring to ease.
The gentle offices of patient love, :,..
Beyond all fatt'ry, and all price above;
The mild forbearance of another's fault;
The taunting word suppress'd as soon as thought :
On these Heav'n bade the sweets of life depend ;
And crush'd ill fortune when it made a friend.

A solitary blessing few can find;
Our joys with those we love are intertwin'd:
And he whose wakeful tenderness removes
Th’ obstructing thorn which wounds the friend he loves,
Smooths not another's rugged path alone,
But scatters roses to adorn his own.
Small slights, contempts, neglect, unmix'd with hate,
Make up in number what they want in weight :
These, and a thousand griefs minute as these,
Corrode our comforts, and destroy our peace,

The Progress of Improvement.
COME, bright Improvement! on the car of Time,
And rule the spacious world from clime to clime;
Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore,
Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
On Erie's banks, where tigers steal along, :
And the dread Indian chants a dismal song,
Where human fiends on midnight errands walk,
And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk; ;
There shall the flocks on thymy pastures stray,
And shepherds dance at Summer's op'ning day;
Each wand'ring genius of the lonely glen
Shall start to view the glittering haupts of men,
And silence watch, on woodland heights around,
The village curfew as it tolls profound.
Truth shall pervade th’ unfathom'd darkness there,
And light the dreadful features of despair.
Hark! the stern captive spurns his beavy load,
And asks the image back that heaven bestow'd!
Fierce in his eye the fire of valour burns,
And, as the slave departs, the man returne.


Cheerfulness. Now my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's difference; as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, .. Which, when it bites and blows upon my body Ev'n till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no fattery; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in its head; And this our life, exempt from public haunts, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooke, Sermons in stoncs, and good in every thing.

A FOOL!-a fool, I met a fool i' th' forest,
A motly fool ;-a miserable varlet!
As I do live by food, I met a fool;
Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms;
In good set terms, -and yet a motly fool;
Good morrow, fool, quoth I; No, Sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, till heav'n bath sent me fortune ;
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock;'
Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags;
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more will be eleven :
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,

That fools should be so deep contemplative:
And I did laugh, sans intermission,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.

. Let me play the fool
With mirth and laughter; so let wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine,
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. "
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice
By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio,
(I love thee, and it is my love that speaks,)
There is a sort of men whose visagesti
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond,
And do a wilful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be drest in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,
As who should say, I am, Sir, Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!.
I'll tell thee more of this another time;
But fish not with this melancholy bait ,
For this fool's gudgeon, this opinion.
Come, good Lorenzo, fare ye well a while,
l'U end my exhortation after dinner.

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. Joy.. .. ...
IMOINDA, Oh! this separation,
Has made you dearer if it can be so
Than you were ever to me : you appear
Like a kind star to my benighted steps,

To guide me on my way to happiness ;
I cannot miss it now. Governour, friend,
You think me mad: but let me bless you all
Who any ways have been the instruments
Of finding her again, Imoinda's found!
And every thing that I would have in her.

I have a thousand things to ask of her,
And she as many more to know of me,
But you have made me happier, I confess, i
Acknowledge it much happier, than I
Have words or power to tell you. Captain, you,
Ev'n you, who most have wrongid me, I forgive :
I will not say you have betrayed me now,
I'll think you but the minister of fate
To briog me to my lov'd Imoinda here..
Let the fools
Who follow fortune live upon her smiles,
All our prosperity is plac'd in love,
We have enough of that to make us happy ;
This little spot of earth you stand upon,
Is more to me than the extended plains
Of my great father's kingdom ; here I reign
In full delight, in joys to pow'r unknown,
Your love my empire, and your heart my tbrone.

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Ir music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again it had a dying fall;
0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.-Enough, no more,
'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
That notwithstaading thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Eren in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.”

What you do
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet
I'd have you do it ever: when you sing,
I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms,
Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs,
To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you -
A wave of the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so,
And own no other function : each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present doodos
That all your acts are queens.

.:: Pity.
As in a theatre the eyes of men,
After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious,
Even 90, or with much more contempt, men's eyes,
Did scowl on Richard; no man cry'd, God save him ;
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home :---
But dust was thrown upon his sacred bead;
Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off
His face still combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience,
That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted,
And barbarism itself have pitied him.

But heav'n hath a hand in those events;

To whose high will we bound our calm conteDis. . Alas! poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me op his back a thousand times; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.

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