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Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,
Both heart and head; and could'st with music sweet
Of attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Thy fame diffuse, prais'd not for utt'rance meet.
IDEM LATINE REDDITUM.
POPULEÆ cecidit gratissima copia silvæ,
Tam subitò periisse videns tam digna manere
LINES ON FRIENDSHIP.
Provoke to imitation,
Or rather constellation.
An acquisition rather rare,
Nor is it wise complaining,
We sought without attaining,
No friendship will abide the test
Or mean self-love erected ;
For vicious ends connected.
With friendship's finest feeling ;
Will thrust a dagger at your breast, And say he wounded you in jest,
By way of balm for healing.
A friendship that, in frequent fits
The sparks of disputation;
The thought of conflagration.
The great and small but rarely meet On terms of amity complete,
Plebeians must surrender
It is combining fire with smoke,
Obscurity with splendour.
As similarity of mind
First fixes our attention ;
Must save it from declension.
Some act upon this prudent plan,
Safe policy, but hateful
Unpleasant and ungrateful
Pursue the search, and you will find
To be at least expedient,
A principal ingredient.
Though some have turn'd and turn'd it,
Have not, it seems, discern'd it.
EPITAPH ON A HARE.
HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue,
Nor swifter greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew,
Nor e'er heard huntsman's hallo'.
Who, nurs'd with tender care,
His pittance ev'ry night,
And when he could would bite.
His diet was of wheaten bread
And milk, and oats, and straw ; Thistles, or lettuces instead,
With sand to scour his maw.
On twigs of hawthorn he regal'd,
On pippins' russet peel,
Slic'd carrot pleas'd him well.
A Turkey carpet was his lawn,
Whereon he lov'd to bound, To skip and gambol like a fawin,
And swing his rump around.
His frisking was at evening hours,
For then he lost his fear,
Or when a storm drew near.
He thus saw steal away,
And ev'ry night at play.
For he would oft beguile
And force me to a smile.
But now, beneath this walnut shade
He finds his long, last home, VOL. 11.