Thanks, gentle fwain, for all my woes, And thanks for this effectual clofe And cure of ev'ry ill! More cruelty could none exprefs, And I, if you had fhewn me less Had been your pris'ner ftill. The PINE APPLE and the BEE. THE pine apples in triple row, 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; While Cynthio ogles as fhe paffes The nymph between two chariot glaffes, She is the pine apple, and he The filly unsuccessful bee. The maid who views with penfive air Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets, Like thine, her appetite is keen, But ah the cruel glass between! Our Our dear delights are often fuch, The fight our foolish heart inflames, HORACE. Book the 2d. ODE the 10th: I. RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach, So fhalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverse Fortune's pow'r; Not always tempt the diftant deep, Nor always timorously creep, Along the treach'rous fhore. He II. He that holds faft 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 Comes heaviest to the ground; The bolts that spare the mountain's fide, And spread the ruin round. IV. The well inform'd philosopher And hopes in spite 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 overcast, The dark appearance will not last, Expect a brighter sky; The God that strings the filver bow, VI. If hindrances obstruct thy way, And let thy ftrength be feen; A REFLECTION 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 |