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PINEAPPLE AND THE BEE.
THE pineapples, in triple row, Were basking hot, and all in blow; A bee of most discerning taste, Perceiv'd the fragrance as he pass'd, On eager wing the spoiler came, And search’d for crannies in the frame, Urg’d his attempt on ev'ry side, To ev’ry pane his trunk applied; But still in vain, the frame was tight, And only pervious to the light: Thus having wasted half the day, He trimm'd his flight another way. Methinks, I said, in thee I find The sin and madness of mankind. To joys forbidden man aspires, Consumes his soul with vain desires; Folly the spring of his pursuit, And disappointment all the fruit. While Cynthioogles, as she passes, The nymph between two chariot glasses, She is the pineapple, and he The silly unsuccessful bee. The maid, who views with pensive air - The show-glass fraught with glittoring ware,
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Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets,
I. RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach,So shalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverse Fortune's pow'r ; Not always tempt the distant deep, Nor always timorously creep Along the treach’rous shore. II. He, that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbitt'ring all his state. III. The tallest pines feel most the pow'r Of wintry blasts; the loftiest tow’r Comes heaviest to the ground; The bolts, that spare the mountain's side, His cloud-capt eminence divide, And spread the ruin round. IV. The well-inform'd philosopher Rejoices with a wholesome fear, And hopes, in spite of pain ;
If Winter bellow from the north,
What if thine heav'n be overcast,
ON THE FOREGOING ODE.
AND is this all? Can Reason do no more,