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Engage no notice, and enjoy much ease,
Her golden tube, through which a sensual world
The neat conveyance hiding all the offence.com
She judges of refinement by the eye, He by the test of conscience, and a heart Not soon deceived; aware that what is base No polish can make sterling; and that vice, Though well perfumed and elegantly dressed, Like an unburied carcase tricked with flowers, Is but a garnished nuisance, fitter far For cleanly riddance than for fair attire. So life glides smoothly and by stealth away,.. More golden than that age of fabled gold Renowned in ancient song: not vexed with care Or stained with guilt, beneficent, approved Of God and man, and peaceful in its end. So glide my life away! and so at last, My share of duties decently fulfilled, May some disease, not tardy to perform Its destined office, yet with gentle stroke, Dismiss me weary to a safe retreat, Beneath the turf, that I have often trod. It shall not grieve me then, that once, when called To dress a Sofa with the flowers of verse, I played awhile, obedient to the fair, 3.4. With that light task; but soon, to please her more, Whom flowers alone I knew would little please, Let fall the unfinished wreath, and roved for fruit; Roved far, and gathered much: some harsh, 'tis true, Picked from the thorns and briars of reproof, But wholesome, well-digested; grateful some To palates, that can taste immortal truth; Insipid else, and sure to be despised.
But all is in His hand, whose praise I seek.
DEAR JOSEPH-five and twenty years agoAlas how time escapes! 'tis even so— With frequent intercourse, and always sweet, And always friendly, we were wont to cheat A tedious hour-and now we never meet! As some grave gentleman in Terence says, ' ('Twas therefore much the same in ancient days) Good lack, we know not what to-morrow bringsStrange Auctuation of all human things! True. Changes will befall, and friends may part, But distance only cannot change the heart: And, were I called to prove the assertion true, One proof should serve-a reference to you.
Whence comes it then, that in the wane of life, Though nothing have occurred to kindle strife, We find the friends we fancied we had won, Though numerous once, reduced to few or none? Can gold grow worthless that has stood the touch? No; gold they seemed, but they were never such.
Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringe, Swinging the parlour door upon its hinge, Dreading a negative, and overawed
Lest he should trespass, begged to go abroad.
I knew the man, and knew his nature mild,
Perhaps 'twas mere good-humour gave it birth,
But not to moralize too much, and strain