Should Daphne show a jealous frown, Thy cause with zeal we shall defend, TO MY COUSIN, ANNE BODHAM, ON Receiving from her a Network Purse, made by herself. [May 4, 1793.] My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, Than plaything for a nurse, I danc'd and fondled on my knee, A kitten both in size and glee, I thank thee for my purse. Gold pays the worth of all things here. The best things kept within it. INSCRIPTION For an Hermitage in the Author's Garden [May, 1793.] THIS cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, TO MRS. UNWIN. [May, 1793.] MARY! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from heav'n as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce giv'n to mortals, new And undebas'd by praise of meaner things, But thou hast little need. There is a book There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine, JOHN JOHNSON, ON His presenting me with an antique bust of Homer [May, 1793.] KINSMAN belov'd and as a son, by me! I loose my precious years now 300n to fail, TO A YOUNG FRIEND, ON His arriving at Cambridge wet, when no rain had fallen there. [May, 1793.] Ir Gideon's fleece, which drench'd with dew he found, While moisture none refresh'd the herbs around, A TALE. [June, 1793.] IN Scotland's realm where trees are few, But where, however bleak the view, Some better things are found. For husband there and wife may boast Their union undefil'd. And false ones are as rare almost As hedge-rows in the wild. In Scotland's realm, forlorn and bare, This hist'ry of a wedded pair, The spring drew near, each felt a breast With genial instinct fill'd; They pair'd and would have built a nest, But found not where to build. The heath uncover'd, and the moors, Long time a breeding-place they sought, A ship! could such a restless thing Or was the merchant charg'd to bring Hush-silent hearers profit most Prov'd kinder to them than the coast, But such a tree! 'twas shaven deal, And had a hollow with a wheel Through which the tackle pass'd |