$ 188. To-morrow. Cotton. | How the bud its sweets discloses ;
Pereunt et imputantur.

Buds thy opening bloom bespeak.
TO-MORROW, didst thou say?

Lilies are, by plain direction,
Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow. Emblems of a double kind;
Go tom I will not hear of it-To-morrow! Emblems of thy fair complexion,
'Tis a sharper, who stakes his penury

Emblems of thy fairer mind.
Against thy plenty-who takes thy ready cash, But, dear girl, both Aow'rs and beauty,
And pays thee nought but wishes, hopes, and Blossom, fade, and die away:

Then pursue good sense and duty,
The currency of idiots-injurious bankrupt, Evergreens that ne'er decay.
That gulls the easy creditor!-To-morrow!
It is a period no where to be found

| $ 191. To Miss Lucy Fortescue. LYTTELTON, In all the hoary registers of Time, Unless perchance in the fool's calendar. ONCB by the Muse alone inspird, Wisdom disclaims the word, nor holds society 1. I sung my am'rous strains : With those who own it. No, my Horatio, No serious love my bosom fir'd; 'Tis Fancy's child, and Folly is its father ; Yet every tender maid, deceiv'd, Wrought of such stuff as dreams are, and as | The idly mournful tale believ'd, baseless

And wept my fancied pains. As the fantastic visions of the evening.

But Venus now, to punish me, But soft, my friend-arrest the present mo

For having feign'd so well, ment; For be assurd they all are arrant tell-tales;

| Has made my heart so fond of thee,

That not the whole Aonian quire And though their fight be silent, and their path

Can accents soft enough inspire
Trackless, as the wing'd couriers of the air,

Its real name to tell.
They post to heaven, and there record thy folly,
Because, though station'd on th' important

Is 192. To Mr. West", at Wickhamt. 1740. Thou, like a sleeping, faithless, sentinel,

Didst let them pass unnotic'd, unimprov'd. Fair Nature's sweet simplicity,
And know, for that thou slumb'rest on the With elegance refin'd,

Well in thy seat, my friend, I see,
Thou shalt be made to answer at the bar But better in thy mind.
For every fugitive; and when thou thus
Shalt stand impleaded at the high tribunal

To both from courts and all their state
Of hood-wink'd Justice, who shall tell thy

ul Eager I fly, to prove audit?

| Joys far above a courtier's fate, Then stay the present instant, dear Horatio, I Tranquillity and love, Imprint the marks of wisdom on its wings. 'Tis of more worth than kingdoms ! far more $ 193. The Temple of the Muses. To the Counprecious

tess Temple. Than all the crimson treasures of life's fountain.

The Muses and Graces to Phæbus comO! let it not elude thy grasp ; but, like The good old patriarch upon record,


That no more on the earth a Sappho remaind: Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee,

| That their empire of wit was now at an end,

And on beauty alone the sex must depend : $189. On Lord Cobham's Gardens. Cotton.

To the men he had given all his fancy and fire, It puzzles much the sages' brains,

Art of healing to Armstrong I, as well as his Where Eden stood of yore :

lyre: Some place it in Arabia's plains;

When Apollo replied, “To make you amends, Some say, it is no more.

In one Fair you shall see wit and virtue, good But Cobham can these tales confute,

friends; As all the curious know;

The Grecian high-spirit and sweetness I'll join For he has prov'd beyond dispute

With a true Roman virtue, to make it divine: That Paradise is Stowe.

Your pride and my boast, thus form'd, would

you know, 8 190. To a Child five years old. Cotton. You must visit the earthly Elysium of Stowe." FAIREST Aow'r, all flow'rs excelliug Which in Eden's garden grew,

$ 194. To a Lady who sung in too low a Voice. Flow'rs of Eve's embowered dwelling When beauteous Laura's gentle voice Are, my fair one, types of you.

Divides the yielding air, Mark, my Polly, how the roses

Fix'd on her lips, the falt'ring sounds Emulate thy damask cheek;

1. Excess of joy declare. • Gilbert West, Esq. the author's cousin.

† Near Croydon. | Dr. John Armstrong, author of the Art of Preserving Health, &c.

There, lingering round the rosy gate,

Pleasure came smiling in her train, They view their fragrant cell;

And chas'd the family of Pain. Unwilling to depart that mouth

Let lovers every charm admire, Where all the Graces dwell.

The easy shape, the heav'nly fire Some tuneful accents strike the sense

That from those modest beaning eyes With soft imperfect sound;

The captive heart at once surprise. While thousand others die within,

A father's is another part ;In their own honey drown'd.

I praise the virtues of the heart, Yet through this cloud, distinct and clear,

And wit so elegant and free,

Attemper'd sweet with modesty. Sweet sense directs its dart;

And may kind Heaven a lover send And, while it seems to shun the ear,

Of sense, of honor, and a friend, Strikes full upon the heart.

Those virtaes always to protect,

Those beauties-never to neglect ! $195. To Miss Wilkes, on her Birth-day, Aug. 16th, 1767. Written in France.

$ 197. An Ode in imitation of Alc&us. Wilkes.

SiR WILLIAM JONÉS. AGAIN I tune the vocal lay

What constitutes a state? On dear Maria's natal day.

Not high-rais'd battlements or labor'd mound, This happy day I'll not deplore

| Thick wall or moated gate; My exile from my native shore.

Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crown'd; No tear of inine to-day shall flow

1 Not bays and broad-arm'd ports, For injur'd England's cruel woe,

Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Por impious wonnds to Freedom given,

Not starr'd and spangled courts, The first, most sacred gift of Heaven.

Where low-brow'd baseness wafts perfume to The Muse with joy shall prüne her wing;

pride. Maria's ripen'd graces sing:

No-Men, high-minded Men, And, at seventeen, with truth shall own

With powers as far above dull brutes endu'd The bud of beauty's fairly blown.

In forest, brake, or den, Softness and sweetest innocence

As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude : Here shed their gentle influence ;

Men who their duties know, Fair modesty comes in their train,

But know their rights, and, knowing, dare To grace her sister virtue's reign.

maintain ; Then, to give spirit, taste, and ease,

Prevent the long-aim'd blow, The sov'reign art, the art to please;

And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain: Good-humour'd wit, and fancy gay,

These constitute a state ; To-morrow cheerful as to-day,

And Sovereign Law, that State's collected will, The sun-sbine of a mind serene,

O'er thrones and globes elate Where all is peace within, are seen.

Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill: What can the grateful Muse ask more?

Smit by her sacred frown, The gods have lavish'd all their store.

The fiend Discretion like a vapour sinks, Maria shines their darling care;

And e'en the all-dazzling crown Still, keep her, Heaven, from every snare: Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks. May still unspotted be her fame,

Such was this heaven-lov’d isle, May she remain through life the same,

Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore ! Unchang’d in all-except in name!

No more shall freedom smile ?
Shall Britons languish, and be men no more?

Since all must life resign, $ 196. To Miss Wilkes on her Birth-day, Those sweet rewards which decorate the brave Aug. 10th. 1768. Written in Prison. 'Tis folly to decline,

WILKES. And steal inglorious to the silent grave.
How shall the Muse in prison sing,
How prune her drooping ruffled wing?

§ 198. The Choice of a Wife by Cheese. Maria is the potent spell,

CAPTAIN THOMPSON. Een in these walls, all grief to quell; To cheer the heart, rapture inspire,

There liv'd in York, an age ago, And wake to notes of joy the lyre,

A man whose name was Pimlico : The tribute verse again to pay

He lov'd three sisters passing well,
On this auspicious festive day.

But which the best he could not tell.
When doom'd to quit the patriot band, These sisters three, divinely fair,
And exild from my native land,

Show'd Pimlico their tenderest care':
Maria was my sure relief;

For each was elegantly bred, Her presence banish'd every grief.

And all were much inclin'd to wed; * Discretionary or arbitrary power.

And all made Pimlico their choice, .1 On whose delicious banks a stately row And prais'd him with their sweetest voice. Of shady limes, or sycamores, should grow. Young Pim, the gallant and the gay,

At th' end of which a silent study plac'd Like ass divided 'tween the hay,

Should be with all the noblest authors grac'd: At last resolv'd to gain his ease,

Horace and Virgil, in whose mighty lines And choose his wife by eating cheese.

Immortal wit, and solid learning shines; He wrote his card, he seal'd it up,

Sharp Juvenal, and amorous Ovid too, And said with them that night he'd sup; Who all the turns of love's soft passion knew. Desir'd that there might only be

He that with judgement reads his charming Good Cheshire cheese, and but them three;

lines, He was resolv'd to crown his life,

In which strong art with stronger nature joins, And by that means to fix his wife.

Must grant his fancy does the best excel, The girls were pleas'd at his conceit;

| His thoughts so tender, and express'd so well: Each dress'd herself divinely neat ;

With all those moderns, men of steady sense, With faces full of peace and plenty,

Esteem'd for learning and for eloquence. Blooming with roses under twenty.

In some of these, as fancy should advise, For surely Nancy, Betsy, Sally,

I'd always take my morning exercise : W'ere sweet as lilies of the valley :

For sure no minutes bring us more content, But singly surely Buxom Bet

Than those in pleasing useful studies spent. Was like new hay and mignionet;

I'd have a clear and competent estate, But each surpass d a poet's fancy,

That I might live genteelly, but not great: For that, of iruth, was said of Nancy :

As much as I could moderately spend, And as for Sal, she was a Donna,

A little more sometimes t'oblige a friend. As fair as those of old Cretona, *

Nor should the sons of poverty repine Who to Apelles lent their faces

Too much at fortune, they should taste of mine. To make up madam Helen's graces.

And all that objects of true pity were, To those the gay divided Pim

Should be reliev'd with what my wants could Came elegantly smart and trim :

spare : When ev'ry smiling maiden, certain,

For that our Maker has too largely given, Cut of the cheese to try her fortune.

Should be return'd in gratitude to Heaven. Nancy, at once, not fearing-caring

A frugal plenty should my table spread; To show her saving ate the paring;

My friends with no luxurious dishes fed: And Bet, to show her gen'rous mind,

Enough to satisfy, and something more Cut, and then threw away the rind;

To feed the stranger and the neighbouring While prudent Sarah, sure to please,

poor. Like a clean maiden, scrap'd the cheese. Strong meat indulges vice, and pampering food This done, young Pimlico replied,

Creates diseases, and inflames the blood. “ Sally I now declare my bride :

But what's sufficient to make nature strong, With Nan I can't my welfare put,

And the bright lamp of life continue long, For she has prov'd a dirty slut :

I'd freely take; and, as I did possess, And Betsy, who has par'd the rind,

The bounteous Author of my plenty bless. Would give my fortune to the wind.

I'd have a little vault, but always stor'd Sally the happy medium chose,

With the best wine each vintage could afford. And I with Sally will repose ;

Wine whets the wit, improves its native force, She's prudent, cleanly; and the man

And gives a pleasant flavour to discourse: Who fixes on a nuptial plan

"By making all our spirits debonair, Can never err, if he will choose

Throws off the lees, the sediment of care. A wife by cheese-before he ties the noose." But as the greatest blessing Heaven lends

May be debauch'd, and serve ignoble ends; $ 199. The Choice. PompreT.

So, but too oft, the grape's refreshing juice 1:

Does many mischievous effects produce: If Heaven the grateful liberty would give, My house should no such rude disorders know, That I might choose my method how to live, As from high drinking consequently flow; And all those hours propitious fate should lend, | Nor would I use what was so kindly giren, In blissful ease and satisfaction spend :

To the dishonour of indulgent Heaven. Near some fair town I'd have a private seat, If any neighbour came, he should be free, Built uniform, not little, por too great : Usd with respect, and not uneasy be, er Better, if on a rising ground it stood ;

In my retreat, or to himself or me..m On this side fields, on that a neighbouring wood. What freedom, prudence, and right reason give, It should within no other things contain, All men may, with impunity, receive: But what are useful, necessary, plain : | But the least swerving from their rule's too Methinks 'tis nauseous, and I'll ne'er endure

much; The needless pomp of gaudy furniture. | For what's forbidden us, 'tis death to touch. A little garden, grateful to the eye,

That life may be more comfortable yet, Where a cool rivulet runs murmuring by; And all my joys refin'd, sincere, and great;


• A pelles, from five beautiful virgins of Cretona, drew the beautiful Helen.

I'd choose two friends, whose company would | From cloud to cloud the pale moon hurrying be

Alies; A great advance to my felicity :

Now blacken'd, and now Aashing through her Well-born, of humors suited to my own,

skies, Discreet, and men as well as books have But all is silence here-beneath thy beam. known :

I own I labor for the voice of praiseBrave, generous, witty, and exactly free For who would sink in dull oblivion's stream? From loose behaviour, or formality:

Who would not live in songs of distant days? Airy and prudent; merry, but not light;

Thus while I wond'ring pause o'er Shakspeare's Quick in discerning, and in judging right:

page, Secret they should be, faithful to their trust; I mark, in visions of delight, the Sage, In reasoning cool, strong, temperate, and High o'er the wrecks of man, who stands just :

sublime; Obliging, open, without huffing, brave,

A column in the melaneholy waste Brisk in gay talking, and in sober, grave: | (Its cities humbled, and its glories past), Close in dispute, but not tenacious; try'd

Majestic 'mid the solitude of time. By solid reason, and let that decide:

Yet now to sadness let me yield the hour Not prone to lust, revenge, or envious hate;

Yes, let the tears of purest friendship show'r. Nor busy meddlers with intrigues of state : Strangers to slander, and sworn foes to spite;

I view, alas! what ne'er should die Not quarrelsome, but stout enough to fight:

A form that wakes my deepest sigb; Loyal, and pious; friends to Cæsar, true

A form that feels of death the leaden sleep As dying martyrs to their Maker too.

Descending to the realms of shade, In their society I could not miss

I view a pale-ey'd, panting maid, A permanent, sincere, substantial bliss.

I see the Virtues o'er their fav’rite weep. I'd be concern d in no litigious jar;

Ah! could the Muse's simple pray'r Belov'd by all, not vainly popular.

Command the envied trump of faine, Whate'er assistance I had power to bring,

| Oblivion should Eliza spare : T oblige my country, or to serve my king, A world should echo with her name, Whene'er they call, I'd readily afford

| Art thou departing too, my trembling friend ? My tongue, my pen, my counsel, or my sword. | Ah! draws thy little lustre to its end? Law-suits I'd shun with as much studious care Yes, on thy frame Fate too shall fix her As I would dens where hungry lions are; I sealAnd rather put up injuries, than be

O let me, pensive, watch thy pale decay ; A plague to him, who'd be a plague to me. How fast that frame, so tender, wears away! I value quiet at a price too great,

How fast thy life the restless minutes steal ! To give for my revenge so dear a rate :

How slender now, alas! thy thread of fire ! For what do we by all our bustle gain,

Ah! falling, falling, ready to expire! But counterfeit delight for real pain!

In vain thy struggles-all will soon be o'er. If Heaven a date of many years would | At life thou snatchest with an eager leap:

Now round I see thy Aame so feeble creep, Thus I'd in pleasure, ease, and plenty live.

Faint, less'ning, quiv'ring, glimm'ring-now And as I near approach'd the verge of life,

no more! Some kind relation (for I'd have no wife)

Thus shall the sons of science sink away, Should take upon him all my worldly care, And thus of beauty fade the fairest fow's Whilst I did for a better state prepare.

For where's the giant who to Time shall say, Then I'd not be with any trouble vex’d,

“ Destructive tyrant, I arrest thy pow'r ?" Nor have the evening of my days perplex'd; But, by a silent and a peaceful death, Without a sigh resign my aged breath,

$201. Presented together with a knife by the And when committed to the dust, I'd have

Rev. SAMUEL BISHOP, Head Master of Mer. Few tears, but friendly, dropt into my grave;

chant Taylors' School, to his Wife on her Then would my exit so propitious be,

Wedding Day, which happened to be her All men would wish to live and die like me.

Birth Day and New Year's Day.

A KNIFE, dear girl, cuts love, they say

Mere modish love perhaps it may; $ 200. To my Candle. Peter PINDAR. For any tool of any kind

Can sep'rate what was never join'd.
Thou lone companion of the spectred night, The knife that cuts our love in two
I wake amid thy friendly-watchful light, Will have much tougher work to do:

To steal a precious hour from lifeless sleep Must cut your softness, worth, and spirit
Hark, the wild uproar of the winds! and Down to the vulgar size of merit;

To level yours with modern taste, Hell's genius roams the regions of the dark, Must cut a world of sense to waste; And swells the thund'ring horrors of the And from your single beauty's store, deep.

| Clip what would dizen out a score.

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The self-same blade from me must sever First love, by friendship mellow'd into bliss, Sensation, judgement, sight for ever!

Lights the glad glow, and sanctifies the kiss; Al mein'ry of endearments past,

When fondly welcom'd to the accustom'd seat All hope of comforts long to last,

In sweet complaisance wife and husband All that makes fourteen years with you

meet, A summerand a short one too:

Look inutual pleasure, mutual purpose share, All that affection feels and fears,

Repose from labors, but unite in care, When hours, without you, seem like years. Ambition !-does ambition there reside? Till that be done (and I'd as soon

Yes !-when the boy in manly mood astride, Believe this knife will clip the moon)

Of headstrong prowess innocently vain, Accept my present undeterr'd,

Canters, the jockey of his father's cane. And leave their proverbs to the herd.

While emulation in the daughter's heart If in a kiss-delicious treat!

Bears a more mild, tho' not less powerful part; Your lips acknowledge the receipt;

With zeal to shine her fluttering bosum Love, fond of such substantial fare,

warms, . And proud to play the glutton there,

And in the romp the future housewife forms. All thoughts of cutting will disdain,

Or both perchance to graver sport incline, Save only—" cut and come again."

And art and genius in their pastime join,

This the cramp riddle's puzzling knot inrents, $ 202. By the same, with a Ring. Thal rears aloft the card-built tenements. “Thee, Mary, with this ring I wed,"

Think how joy animates intense though meek

The fading roses on the grandame cheek, So sixteen years ago I said

When proud the frolic progeny to survey, Behold arother ring! “ For what?" To wed thee o’er again

She feels and owns an interest in their play, why not? With the first ring I married youth,

Adopts each wish their wayward whims un.

fold, Grace, beauty, innocence, and truth : Taste long admir'd, sense long rever'd :

And tells at every call, the story ten times

told. And all my Molly then appear'd.

Good-humoured dignity endears meanwhile If she, by merit since disclos'd,

The narrative grandsire's venerable style. Prov'd twice the woman I suppos'd,

If haply feats achiev'd in prime of youth,
I plead that double merit now,

Or pristine avecdote, or bistoric truth,
To justify a double vow.
Here then to-day (with faith as sure,

Or maxim shrewd, or admonition bland,
With ardour as intense and pure,

Affectionate attention's ear command. As when amidst the rites divine

_To such society, so forin'd, so blest, I took thy troth, and plighted mine)

Time, Thought, Remembrance, all impart

a zest, To thee, sweet girl, my second ring, A token and a pledge I bring;

And Expectation, day by day, more bright, With this I wed, till death us-part,

Round every prospect throws increasing light. Thy riper virtues to my heart;

The simplesi comforts act with strongest These virtues, which, before untry'd,

force; The wife has added to the bride;

Whate'er can give them, can improre, of

course. Those virtues, whose progressive claim, Endearing wedlock's very name,

All this is common-place, you 'll tell me :

True! My soul enjoys, my song approves,

What pity 'tis not common fashion too. For conscience' sake, as well as love's.

Roam as we will, plain sense at last will find For why?—They show me hour by hour

"Tis only seeking-what we left behind. Honor's high thought, affection's pow'r,

If individual good engage our hope, Discretion's deed, sound judgement's sentence;

| Domestic virtues give the largest scope; And teach me all things—but repentance.

If plans of public eminence we trace, $ 203. The Family Fireside. Bishop.

Domestic virtues are its surest base.

| Would great example make these truths more “Home's home, however homely,” wisdom

clear, says,

The greatest of examples shall appear. And certain is the fact, though coarse "the Is there a man whoin general suffrage owns phrase :

| An honour to the majesty of thrones? To prove it, if it need a proof at all,

Is there a man whom general love's acclaim Mark what a train attends the Muse's call; Greets with each noblest and each dearest And as she leads the ideal group along,

name? Let your own feelings realize the song. He, 'midst the glare of state, and pomp of Clear then the stage! no scen'ry we re

power, quire,

Courts ihe soft sympathies of the family hour; Save the snug circle round the parlour fire; Not less illustrious at his own fireside, And enter marshall'd in procession fair | Byprivate merit's sterling standard tried, [spring, Each happier influence that predominates Than when the cares from royal worth that there.

| Call forth the people's father, and the king.

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