Of which my modicum I sip, TO HEALTH. ELDEST born of pow'rs divine ! To enjoy what thou canst give, Where no spy infests the place; Owe, themselves, their youth to thee, Much, but never happiness. 25* ON THE ASTROLOGERS. TH' Astrologers did all alike presage My uncle's dying in extreme old age, One only disagreed. But he was wise, And spoke not, till he heard the fun'ral cries. ON AN OLD WOMAN. MYCILLA dyed her locks, 'tis said; But 'tis a foul aspersion, She buys them black; they therefore need ON INVALIDS. FAR happier are the dead, methinks, than they, Who look for death, and fear it ev'ry day. ON FLATTERERS. No mischief worthier of our fear For lull'd into a dangerous dream, Who strikes, when most secure we seem, ON THE SWALLOW. ATTICK maid! with honey fed, Bear'st thou to thy callow brood Yonder locust from the mead, Destin'd their delicious food! Ye have kindred voices clear, Ah for pity drop the prize; Let it not, with truth, be said, That a songster gasps and dies, ON LATE ACQUIRED WEALTH. Poor in my youth, and in life's later scenes Rich to no end, I curse my natal hour: Who naught enjoy'd, while young, deny'd the means, And naught, when old, enjoy'd, deny'd the pow'r. ON A TRUE FRIEND. HAST thou a friend? Thou hast indeed Well manag'd, till you die. ON A BATH, BY PLATO. DID Cytherea to the skies From this pellucid lymph arise? Or was it Cytherea's touch, When bathing here, that made it such. ON A FOWLER, BY ISIODORUS. WITH Seeds and birdlime, from the desert air, ON NIOBE. CHARON! receive a family on board, By me too proudly spoken, slew us all. ON A GOOD MAN. TRAV'LLER, regret not me; for thou shalt find Nor saw I one, of all deriv'd from me, Touch'd with disease, or torn by death away. |