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Turn demum exactis non infeliciter annis, Sortiri taciturn lapidem, aut- subs cespite condi!
On a Goldfinch starved to Death in bis Cage,
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TIME was when I was free as air," .
The thistles downy feed my fare,
My drink the morning dewj
My strains for ever new.
But gawdy plumage, sprightly strain,
And of a transient date, -
Soon pass'd the wiry grate.
And cure o' ev'ry ill!
Had been your pris'ner still.
the PINE A P P L E and tj?e h 2 >
THE pine apples in triple row,
But still in vain, the frame was tight
Methinks, I said, in thee I find
Our dear delights are often such,
HORACE. [book jbt ad. ODE the 10th
RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach,
Of adverse fortunes pow'r j
Along the treach'rous shofe.
He that holds fast the golden mean,. >] . T And lives, contentedly bejtwe.en
The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, .'r Nor plagues that haunt t£e rich...man's ^toor,
Imbitt'ring all his state. . v .• ,
3The tallest pines feel most the pow'r '. . ,.
Of wintry blasts, the loftiest tow'r ... .. .
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Comes heaviest to the ground, The bolts that spare the mountains side, ...,^ His cloud.capt eminence divide ,
And spread the juin round. . ,• .
4The well inform'd philosopher .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.