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Return and make thy downy nest
Once more iu this sad heart:
Nor riches I, nor pow'r pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view,

We therefore need not part.

Where wilt thou dwell if not with me,
From av'rice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles ;
For whom, alas ! dost thou prepare
The sweets that I was wont to share,

The banquet of thy smiles ?

The great, the gay, shall they partake
The heav'n that thou alone canst make,

And wilt thou quit the stream
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove, and the sequester'd shed,

To be a guest with them ?

For thee I panted, thee I prized,
For thee I gladly sacrificed

Whate'er I loved before,
And shall I see thee start away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say—

Farewell ! we meet no more ?


EAK and irresolute is

man ; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

The bow well bent and smart the spring,

Vice seems already slain,
But passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part, Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure winds his heart.

'Tis here the folly of the wise

Through all his art we view, And while his tongue the charge denies,

His conscience owns it true.

Bound on a voyage of awful length,

And dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast, The breath of heav'n must swell the sail, REPORT

all the toil is lost,



ETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,

The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,

To which the said spectacles ought to belong.

So the Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the case

With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning, While Chief Baron Ear sat to balance the laws,

So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear,

And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear,

Which amounts to possession time out of mind.


Then, holding the spectacles up to the court

Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the ridge of the Nose is, in short,

Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose

('Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be again) That the visage, or countenance, had not a Nose,

Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then ? On the whole it appears, and my argument shows,

With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,

And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.

Then, shifting his side as a lawyer knows how,

He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes,
But what were his arguments few people know,

For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone,

Decisive and clear, without one if or butThat whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,

By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be shut.




HUS says the prophet of the Turk,

Good Mussulman abstain from pork ;
There is a part in ev'ry swine,
No friend or follower of mine
May taste, whate'er his inclination,
On pain of excomnunication.
Such Mahomet's mysterious charge,
And thus he left the point at large.
Had he the sinful part express'd,
They might with safety eat the rest ;
But for one piece they thought it hard
From the whole hog to be debarr’d,
And set their wit at work to find
What joint the prophet had in mind.

Much controversy straight arose,
These choose the back, the belly those ;
By some 'tis confidently said
He meant not to forbid the head,

While others at that doctrine rail,
And piously prefer the tail.
Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog,
Mahometans eat up the hog.

You laugh—'tis well—the tale applied
May make you laugh on t'other side.
Renounce the world, the preacher cries-
We doma multitude replies ;
While one as innocent regards
A snug and friendly game at cards ;
And one, whatever you may say,
Can see no evil in a play ;
Some love a concert or a race,
And others, shooting and the chase.
Reviled and loved, renounced and follow'd,
Thus bit by bit the world is swallow'd ;
Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
Yet likes a slice as well as he.
With sophistry their sauce they sweeten,
Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten.


Trympa gmist lost her female friend

If more admired than
But where will fierce contention end

If flow'rs can disagree?

Within the garden's peaceful scene

Appear'd two lovely foes, Aspiring to the rank of queen,

T'he lily and the rose.

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