ON FLATTERERS. No mischief worthier of our fear For lull'd into a dangerous dream, Who strikes, when most secure we seem, ON THE SWALLOW. ATTICK maid! with honey fed, Bear'st thou to thy callow brooa Yonder locust from the mead, Ye have kindred voices clear, Ah for pity drop the prize; Let it not, with truth, be said, That a songster gasps and dies, That a songster may be fed. ON LATE ACQUIRED WEALTH. POOR in my youth, and in life's later scenes Who naught enjoy'd, while young, deny'd the means ON A TRUE FRIEND. HAST thou a friend? Thou hast indeed ON A BATH, BY PLATO. DID Cytherea to the skies Or was it Cytherea's touch, When bathing here, that made it such. ON A FOWLER, BY ISIODORUS. WITH seeds and birdline, from the desert air, Eumelus gather'd free, though scanty, fare. No lordly patron's hand he deign'd to kiss. Nor lux'ry knew, save liberty, nor bliss. Thrice thirty years he liv'd, and to his heirs His seeds bequeath'd, his birdlime, and his snares ON NIOBE. CHARON! receive a family on board, By me too proudly spoken, slew us all. ON A GOOD MAN. TRAV'LLER, regret not me; for thou shalt find Nor saw I one, of all deriv'd from me, Touch'd with disease, or torn by death away. Where shades of pious men for ever dwell. ON A MISER. THEY call thee rich-I deem thee poor, ANOTHER. A MISER, traversing his house, The mouse her host obliquely oy'd, "Fear not, good fellow, for your hoard! ANOTHER. ART thou some individual of a kind Long-liv'd by nature as the rook or hind? Hoap treasure then, for if thy need be such, Thou hast excuse, and scarce canst heap too much. But man thou seem'st, clear therefore from thy breast This lust of treasure-folly at the best! For why shouldst thou go wasted to the tomb, To fatten with thy spoils thou know'st not whom' ON FEMALE INCONSTANCY. RICH, thou hadst many lovers-poor hast none, Where wast thou born, Sosicrates, and where ON THE GRASSHOPPER. HAPPY Songster, perch'd above, None thy pleasures can create Thee it satisfies to sing Gladly, thou and he are friends; |