COME, peace of mind, delighful guest !
Return and make thy downy neft

Once more in this fad heart:

Nor riches I, nor pow'r purfue,

Nor hold forbidden joys in view,

We therefore need not part.

II.

Where wilt thou dwell if not with me,

From av❜rice and ambition free,

And pleasures fatal wiles?

For whom, alas! doft thou prepare

The sweets that I was wont to fhare,

The banquet of thy fmiles?'

III.

The great,

the gay, fhall they partake

The heav'n that thou alone canft make,

And wilt thou quit the ftream

That murmurs through the dewy mead,

And helpless, hopeless, hear thee fay

Farewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

I.

WEAK and irrefolute is man;

The purpose of to day,

Woven with pains into his plan,

To morrow rends away.

II.

The bow well bent and smart the spring,

Vice feems already slain,

But paffion rudely fnaps the ftring,

And it revives again.

III.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part,

Virtue engages his affent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

IV.

'Tis here the folly of the wise

Through all his art we view,

And while his tongue the charge denies,

His confcience owns it true.

V.

Bound on a voyage of awful length

And dangers little known,

A ftranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trufts his own.

VI. But

VI.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the diftant coast,

The breath of heav'n muft fwell the fail,

Or all the toil is loft.

THE

MODERN PATRIOT.

I.

REBELLION is my theme all day,
I only wish 'twould come

(As who knows but perhaps it may)

A little nearer home.

II.

Yon roaring boys who rave and fight
On t'other fide the Atlantic,

I always held them in the right,

But most fo when most frantic.

III.

When lawless mobs infult the court,

That man shall be my toast,

If breaking windows be the sport

Who bravely breaks the most,

IV.

But oh! for him my fancy culls

The choiceft flow'rs fhe bears,

Who conftitutionally pulls

Your house about your ears.

V

Such civil broils are my delight,.

Tho' fome folks can't endure 'em, Who fay the mob are mad outright,

And that a rope muft cure 'em.

A rope

VI.

! I wish we patriots had

Such ftrings for all who need 'em

What! hang a man for going mad ?

Then farewell British freedom.

On obferving fome Names of little Note recorded in the BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.

OH fond attempt to give a deathless lot,

To names ignoble, born to be forgot!

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