On the Promotion of EDWARD THURLOW; Efq. te the Lord High Chancellership of England. I. ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth, And in his sportive days, Fair science pour'd the light of truth, 2. See! with united wonder, cry'd Th' experienc'd and the fage, Ambition in a boy fupplied With all the skill of age. 3. Difcernment, eloquence and grace, Proclaim him born to fway The balance in th' highest place, And bear the palm away. 4. The praise bestow'd was juft and wife, He sprang impetuous forth, Secure of conqueft where the prize Attends fuperior worth. So the beft courfer on the plain And does but at the goal obtain ODE то РЕАСЕ. 1. COME peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy neft Once more in this fad heart: Nor riches I, nor pow'r pursue, We therefore need not part. 2. Where wilt thou dwell if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free, And pleasures fatal wiles? For whom alas! doft thou prepare The sweets that I was wont to fhare, The banquet of thy fmiles? 3.. The great, the gay, fhall they partake The heav'n that thou alone canft make, That murmurs through the dewy mead, For thee I panted, thee I priz'd, Whate'er I lov'd before, And shall I fee thee ftart away, ist of HUMAN FRAILTY. WEAK and irrefolute 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 feems already flain, But paffion rudely snaps the string, 1. Mw Lak And it revives again. 3. Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part, Virtue engages his affent, But pleasure wins his heart. 4. 'Tis here the folly of the wife Through all his art we view, And while his tongue the charge denies, His confcience owns it true.. ... Bound on a voyage of awful length And dangers little known, A ftranger to superior strength, Man vainly trufts his own. 6. But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the diftant coaft, The breath of heav'n muft fwell the fail, Or all the toil is loft. THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day, I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may) A little nearer home. 2. Yon roaring boys who rave and fight On t'other fide the Atlantic, I always held them in the right, But most fo, when most frantic. 3. When lawless mobs infult the court, That man fhall be my toaft, If breaking windows be the fport |