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And set their wit at work to find
You laugh— tis well—The tale applied May make you laugh on t'other side. "Renounce the world”—the preacher cries. “ We do” -a multitude replies. While one as innocent regards A snug and friendly game at cards ; And one,
whatever you may say, Can see no evil in a play; Some love a concert, or a race; And others shooting, and the chase. Revil'd and lov’d, renounc'd and follow'd, Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow’d; Each thinks his neighbour makes too free, Yet likes a slice as well as he; With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten.
ON THE DEATH
0, share Maria's grief!
Assassin'd by a thief.
Where Rhenus strays his vines among,
And, though by nature mute,
Of flagelet or flute.
His bosom of the hue
To sweep away the dew.
No cat had leave to dwell ;
Large-built, and lattic'd well.de
For Bully's plumage sake,
The swains their baskets make,
Subsistence to provide,
And badger-colour'd hide. He, entring at the study door, et Its ample area 'gan explore ;
And something in the wind Conjectur'd, sniffing round and round, Better than all the books he found,
Food chiefly for the mind.no
Just then, by adverse fate impress'd,
In sleep he seem'd to view
Awoke and found it true.
Ah, muse! forbear to speak
He left poor Bully's beak.
Of such mellifluous tone,
Fast stuck within his own.
On Thracian Hebrus' side
The cruel death he died.
Which Mary to Anna conveyed,
And weigh'd down its beautiful head.
And it seem'd to a fanciful view,
On the flourishing bush where it grew.
I hastily seiz'd it, unfit as it was
For a nosegay, so dripping and drown’d, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas!
I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. “And such” I exclaim'd, “is the pitiless part
Some act by the delicate mind, Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart
Already to sorrow resign’d. “ This elegant rose, had I shaken it less,
Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile; And the tear, that is wip'd with a little address,
May be follow'd, perhaps, by a smile.”
Man yet mistakes his way,
Are rarely known to stray.
And heard the voice of love ;
And sooth'd the list’ning dove:
No time shall disengage,
Shall cheer our latest age.
And constancy sincere,
And mine can read them there;
Shall ne'er be felt by me,
As being shar'd with thee.
“ When lightnings flash among the trees,
Or kites are hov’ring near,
And know no other fear.
And press thy wedded side,
Death never shall divide.
And scorn thy present lot.
Or kites with cruel beak;
This widow'd heart would break."
Soft as the passing wind; And I recorded what I heard,
A lesson for mankind.
A FABLE. A RAVEN, while with glossy breast. Her new-laid eggs she fondly press'd, And, on her wickerwork high mounted, Her chickens prematurely counted, (A fault philosophers might blame If quite exempted from the same), Enjoyed at ease the genial day; 'Twas April
, as the bumpkins say, The legislature call'd it May. But, suddenly a wind as high, As ever swept a winter sky, hook the
leaves about her ears, ind fill'd her with a thousand fears,