Delusion all!-a specious cheat! At courts I've tried, where splendour shone, Yet in the captive's dreary cell, Lodged with a long experienced sage, With the famed Chiron of the stage The goddess deign'd to dwell. Integrity and truth serene Had eased the labours of his breast, A soul like his, disrobed of guile, ON SOME BUSSES BEING FITTED OUT FOR THE HERRING FISHERY. O'ER the green waves, where Britain boasts her sway, Round the wide waste of our long slighted sea, 1 He had been thirty years prompter at the London Theatre. 'Britain's at last grown conscious of her shame; Britain awakes her ravish'd rights to claim; Britain!-see pale Batavians trembling at the name.' Abash'd-confounded-let the dull Mynheer ON HEARING DAVID HUME, ESQ. PARTICULARLY ADMIRED IN A COMPANY OF PETITS- DID rocks and trees in ancient days When the bold Orpheus of our age, Unfolds the philosophic page, The very beaux admire! ON GOLD. BEAUTY'S a bauble, a trifle in price! "Tis glass, or 'tis something as glaring; But set it in gold-'tis so wonderful nice, That a prince should be proud in the wearing. How feeble the transport when passion is gone! How pall'd when the honey-moon's over! When kissing-and cooing—and toying are done, 'Tis gold must enliven the lover. ON ALDERMAN W THE HISTORY OF HIS LIFE. THAT he was born it cannot be denied. AN ELEGY ON HIS DEATH. THAT Fate would not grant a reprieve, On the stone that was placed o'er his head 'Here lies the late Alderman Whim.' MELODY. LIGHTSOME as convey'd by sparrows, Love dispatch'd among the swains: Now the wanton god grown slyer, Doubles his delusive strains; Shepherds, and would have you taught, REPUTATION. To travel far as the wide world extends, As they went on in their intended round, 'If torn (she added) from my loved allies, And the sweet Muse hath harmonized mankind.' F Says Virtue, Did Sincerity appear, Or meek eyed Charity among the great; Could I find courtiers from corruption clear, 'Tis among these I'd seek for my retreat. • Could I find patriots for the public weal Assiduous, and without their selfish views; Could I find priests of undissembled zeal, "Tis among those my residence I'd choose. In glittering domes let Luxury reside; I must be found in some sequester'd cell, Far from the paths of Avarice or Pride, Where homebred Happiness delights to dwell.' 'Ye may be traced, my gentle friends, 'tis true, But who (says Reputation) can explore My slippery steps?—Keep, keep me in your view, If I'm once lost you'll never find me more.' INSCRIPTION ON THE HOUSE AT MAVIS-BANK, NEAR EDINBURGH. SITUATED IN A GROVE. PARVA domus! nemorosa quies! |