THE SHRUBBERY, Written in a Time of Affliction. 1. OH happy fhades! to me unbleft, Friendly to peace, but not to me, How ill the scene that offers rest, 2. This glaffy ftream, that fpreading pine, Those alders quiv'ring to the breeze, Might footh a foul less hurt than mine, And please, if any thing could please. But fixt unalterable care 3. Foregoes not what fhe feels within, Shows the fame fadness ev'ry where, And flights the season and the scene. For 4. For all that pleas'd in wood or lawn, While peace poffefs'd these filent bow'rs, Her animating fmile withdrawn, Has loft its beauties and its pow'rs. 5. The faint or moralist should tread This mofs-grown alley, mufing flow, They seek like me the secret shade, But not like me, to nourish woe. 6. Me fruitful scenes and profpects waste, These tell me of enjoyments paft, And thofe of forrows yet to come. THE THE WINTER NOSE GAY. I. WHAT nature, alas! has denied To the delicate growth of our isle, Art has in a measure supplied, And winter is deck'd with a smile. See Mary what beauties I bring From the shelter of that funny fhed, Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring, 2. "Tis a bow'r of Arcadian fweets, Where Flora is ftill in her prime, A fortrefs to which fhe retreats, From the cruel affaults of the clime. While earth wears a mantle of fnow, These pinks are as fresh and as gay, As the fairest and sweetest that blow, On the beautiful bofom of May. See 3. See how they have fafely furviv'd The frowns of a sky so severe, Such Mary's true love that has liv'd The charms of the late blowing rofe, MUTUAL FORBEARANCE, Neceffary to the Happiness of the Married State. THE lady thus addrefs'd her spouse What a mere dungeon is this house, Are Are fuch an antiquated scene, And shall expect him at the door What fhall I do to make you hear? Some people are more nice than wife, Yes, |