Profan'd by them, the Mufe's laurels fade, New cares appear, new terrors fwell the train, Juft to itself the jealous world will claim e Behold th' ATHENIAN fage, whose piercing mind Not to his friends alone the charge he yields, And dare to cenfure, if they dar'd offend. Or bloom'd our BRITAIN with ATHENIAN Worth; Wou'd the brave foe th' imperfect work engage But fince by foes, or friends, alike deceiv'd, Where humble peace, and fweet contentment reign; And fteal thro' life, not useless, tho' unknown. Το To the Honourable *** By the Same. CHARLES, in abfence hear a friend complain, goes, And often would be told the thing he knows. Why then, thou loiterer, fleets the filent year, How dar'ft thou give a friend unnecessary fear? We are not now befide that ofier'd stream, And cheat in converse half the lingʼring day; No fancied heroes rife at our command, And no TIMOLEON weeps, and bleeds no THEBAN band. Yet why complain? thou feel'ft no want like these, The books we reverenc'd, and the friends we fhar'd; Nor feeft without fuch aids the day decline, Nor think'ft how much their lofs has added weight to thine. Truth's 'Truth's genuine voice, the freely-opening mind, Are thine, are friendship's, and retirement's lot; To converfation is the world confin'd, Friends of an hour, who please and are forgot; And interest stains, and vanity controuls The pure unfullied thoughts, and fallies of our fouls. OI remember, and with pride repeat The rapid progress which our friendship knew! Even at the first with willing minds we met, And ere the root was fix'd the branches grew. In vain had Fortune plac'd her weak barrier, Clear was thy breast from pride, and mine from servile fear. I saw thee gen'rous, and with joy can fay My education rose above my birth, Thanks to those parent shades, on whofe cold clay Fall faft my tears, and lightly lie the earth! To them I owe whate'er I dare pretend. Thou faw'ft with partial eyes, and bade me call thee friend. Let others meanly heap the treasur'd store, And aukward fondness cares on cares employ Poffefs'd of riches which they ne'er enjoy : He's only kind who takes the noble way T'unbind the fprings of thought and give them pow'r to play. His heirs fhall blefs him, and look down with fcorn Above the fervile grandeur of a throne, For they are nature's heirs, and all her works their own. To Mr. GARRI C K. Ο By the Same. N old PARNASSus, t'other day, Might now return to Drury-lane. They bow'd, they fimper'd, and agreed Was likely too, and had a face- Why, |