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Whom flow'rs alone I knew would little please,

Let fall th' unfinish'd wreath, and rov'd for fruit;
Rov'd far, and gather'd much : some harsh, 'tis true,
Pick'd from the thorns and briars of reproof,
But wholesome, well-digested; grateful some
To palates that can tafte immortal truth,
Infipid elfe, and fure to be defpis'd.
But all is in his hand whofe praise I seek.
In vain the poet fings, and the world hears,
If he regard not, though divine the theme.
'Tis not in artful measures, in the chime
And idle tinkling of a minstrel's lyre,

To charm his ear, whofe eye is on the heart;
Whose frown can disappoint the proudest strain,
Whose approbation-prosper even mine.

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EPISTLE

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JOSEPH H I L Ĺ,

HILL, ESQ.

DEAR JOSEPH-five and twenty years ago-
Alas! how time escapes-'tis even so-
With frequent intercourse, and always fweet,
And always friendly, we were wont to cheat

A tedious hour and now we never meet. P
As fome grave gentleman in Terence fays,
('Twas therefore much the fame in ancient days).
Good lack, we know not what to-morrow brings
Strange fluctuation of all human things!

True. Changes will befall, and friends may part,
But distance only cannot change the heart':

And,

And, were I call'd to prove th' affertion true,
One proof should serve-a reference to you.

Whence comes it then, that in the wane of life, Though nothing have occurr'd to kindle ftrife, We find the friends we fancied we had won, Though num'rous once, reduc'd to few or none? Can gold grow worthless that has ftood the touch? No: Gold they feem'd, but they were never fuch.

Horatio's fervant once, with bow and cringe, Swinging the parlour-door upon its hinge, Dreading a negative, and overaw'd

Left he should trefpafs, begg'd to go abroad.

Go, fellow!-whither?-turning short about

Nay. Stay at home;

you're always going out.

'Tis but a step, fir, just at the street's end—

For what? An please you, fir, to fee a friend.

A friend! Horatio cried, and feem'd to ftart

Yea

marry fhalt thou, and with all my heart

And fetch my cloak, for though the night be raw
I'll fee him too the first I ever faw.

I knew the man, and knew his nature mild,

And was his play-thing often when a child;

But fomewhat at that moment pinch'd him close,
Elfe he was feldom bitter or morofe:

Perhaps, his confidence just then betray'd,

His grief might prompt him with the speech he made; Perhaps 'twas mere good-humour gave it birth,

The harmless play of pleasantry and mirth.

Howe'er it was, his language, in

my mind, Bespoke at least a man that knew mankind.

But not to moralize too much, and strain
To prove an evil of which all complain,
(I hate long arguments, verbosely fpun)
One ftory more, dear Hill, and I have done :
Once on a time, an Emp'ror, a wife man,

No matter where, in China or Japan,

Decreed

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