Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme

Teach humbler thoughts to you,

Since fuch a reptile has its gem,
And boasts its splendour too.

II. THE JACK DAW.

I.

THERE is a bird who by his coat,
And by the hoarseness of his note,
Might be fuppos'd a crow;

A great frequenter of the church,
Where bishop-like he finds a perch,

And dormitory too.

II.

Above the steeple fhines a plate,
That turns and turns, to indicate

From what point blows the weather,

Look up your brains begin to fwim,

'Tis in the clouds-that pleases him, He chooses it the rather.

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Fond

III.

Fond of the fpeculative height,
Thither he wings his airy flight,

And thence fecurely fees

'The bustle and the raree-fhow

That occupy mankind below,

Secure and at his ease.

IV.

You think, no doubt, he fits and mufes

On future broken bones and bruises,

If he should chance to fall,

No not a single thought like that
Employs his philofophic pate,

Or troubles it at all.

V.

He fees that this great roundabout
The world, with all its motley rout,

Church, army, phyfic, law,

1ts customs and its businesses

Are no concern at all of his,

And fays, what fays he? Caw.

VI.

Thrice happy bird! I too have seen

Much of the vanities of men,

And fick of having feen 'em, Would chearfully thefe limbs refign For fuch a pair of wings as thine,

And fuch a head between 'em.

III. THE

CRICKET.

I.

LITTLE inmate, full of mirth,

Chirping on my kitchen hearth;

Wherefoe'er be thine abode,

Always harbinger of good,

Pay me for thy warm retreat,

With a fong more foft and sweet,

In return thou shalt receive

Such a strain as I can give.

II.

Thus thy praise fhall be expreft,

Inoffenfive, welcome guest !

While the rat is on the scout,

And the mouse with curious fnout,

With what vermin elfe infest

Every dish and spoil the beft;

Frifking thus before the fire,

Thou haft all thine heart's defire.

III.

Though in voice and shape they be

Form'd as if akin to thee,

Thou furpaffeft, happier far,

Happiest grasshoppers that are,
Theirs is but a fummer's fong,
Thine endures the winter long,
Unimpair'd and fhrill and clear,
Melody throughout the year.

IV. Neither

IN painted plumes fuperbly dreft,

A native of the gorgeous east,

By many a billow toft;

Poll gains at length the British fhore,

Part of the captain's precious ftore,

A present to his toast.