Tum demùm exaftis non infeliciter annis, Sortiri tacitum lapidem, aut fub cefpite condi! On a GOLDFINCH ftarved to Death in his Cage. I. TIME was when I was free as air, The thistles downy feed my fare, My drink the morning dew; I perch'd at will on ev'ry spray, My form genteel, my plumage gay, My ftrains for ever new. 2. But gawdy plumage, fprightly ftrain, And form genteel were all in vain And of a tranfient date, For caught and caged and ftarved to death, In dying fighs my little breath Soon pafs'd the wiry grate. Thanks 3. Thanks, gentle fwain, for all my w., And thanks for this effectual clofe And cure o ev'ry ill! More cruelty could none exprefs, Had been your pris'ner till. The PINE APPLE and the b THE pine apples in triple row, And fearch'd for crannies in the frame, To ev'ry pane his trunk applied, But But ftill in vain, the frame was tight And only pervious to the light. He trimmed his flight another way. The fin and madness of mankind; And disappointment all the fruit. While Cynthio ogles as the paffes The nymph between two chariot glaffes, She is the pine apple, and he The filly unfuccefsful bee. The maid who views with penfive air The fhow-glafs fraught with glitt'ring ware, Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets, But ah the cruel glafs between ! Our Our dear delights are often fuch, HORACE. 'Book the 2d. ODE the 10th I. RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach, So fhalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverfe fortunes pow'r ; Not always tempt the distant deep, Nor always timorously creep.. Along the treach'rous fhore, He 2. He that holds faft the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbitt'ring all his state. 3. The tallest pines feel moft the pow'r Of wintry blafts, the loftieft tow'r The bolts that fpare the mountains fide, And spread the ruin round. 4. The well inform'd philofopher .Rejoices with an wholesome fear, And hopes in spite of pain; If winter bellow from the north, Soon the sweet spring comes dancing forth, And nature laughs again. |