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Presumptuous maid! with looks intent, Again she stretch'd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between:.
She tumbled headlong in.
Some speedy aid to send.
A fav'rite has no friend!
From hence, ye Beauties ! undeceiv'd,
And be with caution bold:
Nor all that glisters gold.
LONDON: Published by W. SUTTABY, CROSBY and Co. and SCATCHERD and LETTERMAN,
Corrall, Prister, Charing Cross,
Juv. THOUGH grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
When injur'd Thales bids the town farewell, Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend, I praise the hermit, but regret the friend, Who now resolyes, from vice and London far, To breathe in distant fields a purer air, And, fix'd on Cambria's solitary shore, Give to St. David one true Briton more.
For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand ? There none are swept by sudden fate away, But all whom hunger spares, with age decay: Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, And here the fell attorney prowls for prey ; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.
While Thales waits the wherry that contains Of dissipated wealth the small remains, On Thames's banks, in silent thought we stood, Where Greenwich smiles upon the silver flood : Vol. II.
Struck with the seat that gave Eliza* birth,
A transient calm the happy scenes bestow,
live here, for -- has learn'd to live.
• Let such raise palaces, and manors buy,
* Queen Elizabeth, born at Greenwich.