VII. THE WORLD'S TRIUMPHS. So far as I conceive the World's rebuke To him address'd who would recast her new, So many fiery spirits quite cool'd down: After short commerce with me, fear my frown. Thou too, when thou against my crimes wouldst cry, Let thy foreboded homage check thy tongue.". The World speaks well: yet might her foe reply "Are wills so weak? then let not mine wait long. Hast thou so rare a poison? let me be Keener to slay thee, lest thou poison me.” STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE LATE EDWARD QUILLINAN, ESQ. I SAW him sensitive in frame, I knew his spirits low; And wish'd him health, success, and fame: I do not wish it now. For these are all their own reward, And leave no good behind; They try us, oftenest make us hard, Alas! Yet to the suffering man, In this his mortal state, Friends could not give what Fortune can Health, ease, a heart elate. |