" By holy John, as to our tie was due, My future life should, as my past, be true. " I need not, what he answer'd, here rehearse; "None bettter speaks than he, and none acts " worse. "At length he bent his flight to distant fields. "When Rest full leisure to Reflection yields, " This dangerous adage ruled, I deem, his mind, "All are on earth attracted to their kind.' Perhaps 'tis noticed by the race of man; "And change and novelty no less its plan. "For birds in cages sumptuously are fed, " Their floor below with softest covering spread; " And servants store, as waiting on their lord, "Of honey, sugar, milk, and bread, accord; " But, when the unfasten'd slider is drawn up, "The joyous prisoner spurns his brimming cup; " Swift to the woods escapes, in folly firm; "And dainties leaves, contented with a worm. "No sense of interest, and no sacred tie "Can with Variety's allurement vie. "Such proved my faithless mate, accursed the "day! "Though sprung from generous sires, and young, " and gay, " Comely in person, humble, yet not shy, " He saw a kite, of winning figure fly; "He saw and loved! and with relentless hasie, "His falcon's image from his mind effaced. "His love now honours the detested kite; "And I in vain deplore my ravish'd right." Fast, as she ended, from the falcon flow'd Her tears: she fell again, a senseless load. Whom, in her lap, fair Canace receives. The train attendant, with the princess grieves, Prompt each attention to the oppress'd to shew; And ser resounds the voice of Female Woe. Homeward they bear the falcon, faint and weak, And bind the wounds inflicted by her beak. The princess herbs from fields adjoining bears And salves, the pride of housewifery, prepares, To heal her burd; and, form'd with care its shed, Suspends it anxious at her couch's head. 'Tis painted all within of sober blue, Here will I leave the falcon, day and night Condemn'd through danger to delight to pass, [31] ON THE RIGHTS AND DUTIES OF THE RICH; AN IMITATION OF THE SIXTH SATIRE OF PERSIUS, ADDRESSED TO THE REV. MR. MASON, 1793. ARE' Aston's hearths yet summon'd to supply The needful heat autumnal days deny? O skill'd to draw from British harps anew Those martial sounds that fear of death subdue; Or soothing, shew the sufferings Love can cause, The grief of shepherds, and the garden's laws; PERSII SAT. VI. ADMOVIT jam bruma foco te Basse, Sabino ? Jámne lyra, et tetrico vivunt tibi pectine chordæ? Mire opifex numeris veterum primordia vocum, Atque 3 marem strepitum fidis intendisse Latinæ, Mox 4 juvenes aitare jocos, et pollice honesto |