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What though its prospects now appear

So pleasing and refin'd;
Yet groundless hope, and anxious fear,
By turns the busy moments share,

And prey upon the mind.

Since then false joys our fancy cheat

With hopes of real bliss ;
Ye guardian pow'rs that rule my fate,
The only wish that I create,

Is all compris'd in this.

May I through life's uncertain tide,

Be still from pain exempt ; May all my wants be still supply'd, My state too low t admit of pride,

And yet above contempt.

But should your Providence divine


bliss intend;
May all those blessings you design,
(If e'er those blessings shall be mine)

Be center'd in a friend.


The BEARS and Bees.. A FABLE.

By the Same.


Bears in wanton mood,

A seperti temin neighbouring wood,

Came where th' industrious Bees had stor'd
In artful cells their luscious hoard ;
O’erjoy'd they seiz'd with eager hafte
Luxurious on the rich repaft.
Alarm'd at this the little crew
About their ears vindi&tive flew.
The beasts unable to fuftain
Th’unequal combat, quit the plain;
Half blind with rage, and mad with pain ;
Their native felter they regain ;
There fit, and now discreeter grown; nisi
Too late their rashness they bemoan ;
And this by dear experience gain, .')
That pleasure's ever bought with pain.
So when the gilded baits of vice
Are plac'd before our longing eyes, ::
With greedy hafte we fratch our fill,
And swallow down the latent ill; }}
But when experience opes our eyes, į 1,10
Away the fancy'd pleasure flies.
It flies, but oh! too late we find
It leaves a real fting behind.


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Oh! may this frame, that rising grew

Beneath thy plaftic hands,
Be studious ever to pursue

Whate'er thy will commands.

The soul that moves this earthly load

Thy semblance let it bear;
Nor lose the traces of the God,

Who ftamp'd his image there.



Monsieur DE LA Morte.

By the Same.



FT has it been my lot to mark

A proud, conceited, talking fpark,
With eyes, that hardly serv'd at moft
To guard their master 'gainst a post,
Yet round the world the blade has been
To see whatever cou'd be seen,
Returning from his finish'd tour,
Grown ten times perter than before ;
Whatever word you chance to drop,
The travell’d fool your mouth will ftop,
“ Sir, if my judgment you'll allow
“ I've seen and sure I ought to know
So begs you'd pay a due fubmiflion,
And acquiesce in his decision.

Two travellers of such a caft;
As o'er Arabia's wild they paft,
And on their way in friendly chat
Now talk'd of this and then of that,
Discours'd awhile 'mongst other matter
Of the Camelion's form and nature.

“ A ftranger

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" A stranger animal, cries one,
66 Sure never liv'd beneath the fun.
« A lizard's body lean and long,
« A fifh's head, a serpent's tongue, şi
* Its tooth with triple claw disjoin'd;
« And what a length of tail behind !
“ How flow its pace, and then its hue-
“ Who ever saw so fine a blue ?"

« Hold there, the other quick replies,
“ 'Tis green-I faw it with these eyes,
“ As late with open mouth it lay,
6 And warm'd it in the funny ray;
« Stretch'd at its ease the beast I view'd,
• And saw it eat the air for food.”.

« I've seen it, Sir, as well as you, “ And must again affirm it blue. • At leisure I the beast suryey'd “ Extended in the cooling fade.”

'Tis green, 'tis green, Sir, I assure ye “ Green ! cries the other in a fury

Why, Sir-d'ye think I've lost my eyes ?".
“ 'Twere no great loss, the friend replies,
“ For, if they always serve you thus,
« You'll find 'em but of little use."

So high at last the contest rose,
From words they almost came to blows:
When luckily came by a third
To him the question they refer'd;

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