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Our dear delights are often fuch,
Expos'd to view but not to touch;
The fight our foolish heart inflames,
We long for pine apples in frames,
With hopeless wish one looks and lingers,
One breaks the glafs and cuts his fingers,
But they whom truth and wifdom lead,
Can gather honey from a weed.

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,
Imbitt'ring all his state.

III.

The tallest pines feel moft the pow'r
Of wintry blafts, the loftieft tow'r

Comes heaviest to the ground;'

The bolts that fpare the mountain's fide,
His cloud-capt eminence divide,

And spread the ruin round.

IV.

The well inform'd philosopher
Rejoices with an wholesome fear,

And hopes in fpite 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 laft,

Expect a brighter sky;

The God that strings the filver bow,
Awakes fometimes the mufes too,
And lays his arrows by.

VI.

If hindrances obstruct thy way,
Thy magnanimity display,

And let thy ftrength be seen ;
But oh! if Fortune fill thy fail
With more than a propitious gale,
Take half thy canvass in.

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

Sweet moralift! afloat on life's rough fea,

The Chriftian has an art unknown to thee:
He holds no parley with unmanly fears,
Where duty bids he confidently steers,
Faces a thousand dangers at her call,
And trufting in his God, furmounts them all.

Tranflations from VINCENT BOURNE.

I. THE GLOW-W OR M.

I.

BENEATH the hedge, or near the ftream,
A worm is known to stray;

That fhews by night a lucid beam,
Which disappears by day.

II.

Difputes have been and still prevail

From whence his rays proceed;

Some give that honour to his tail,

And others to his head.

But

III.

But this is fure-the hand of might

That kindles up the skies,

Gives him a modicum of light,

Proportion'd to his fize.

IV.

Perhaps indulgent nature meant
By fuch a lamp bestow'd,

To bid the trav'ler, as he went,

Be careful where he trod :

V.

Nor crush a worm, whofe ufeful light
Might ferve, however small,

To fhew a ftumbling ftone by night,

And fave him from a fall.

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