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And when we bid adieu to youth,
Ah, joyous season! when the mind
Not so in Man's maturer years,
When interest sways our hopes and fears,
With fools in kindred vice the same,
We learn at length our faults to blend, And those, and those alone may claim The prostituted name of friend.
Such is the common lot of man:
Can we then 'scape from folly free?
Can we reverse the general plan,
Nor be what all in turn must be?
No, for myself, so dark my fate
Through every turn of life hath been; Man and the world I so much hate, I care not when I quit the scene.
But thou, with spirit frail and light,
Alas! whenever folly calls
Where parasites and princes meet, (For cherish'd first in royal halls, The welcome vices kindly greet,)
Ev'n now thou'rt nightly seen to add
To join the vain, and court the proud.
There dost thou glide from fair to fair,
That taint the flowers they scarcely taste.
But say, what nymph will prize the flame
To flit along from dame to dame,
What friend for thee, howe'er inclined,
In time forbear; amidst the throng
No more so base a thing be seen ; No more so idly pass along:
Be something, any thing, but-mean.
WELL! thou art happy, and I feel
Thy husband's blest-and 'twill impart
When late I saw thy favourite child,
I kiss'd it, and repress'd my sighs
And they were all to love and me.
Mary, adieu! I must away:
My heart would soon again be thine.
I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride
Yet was I calm: I knew the time
My breast would thrill before thy look; But now to tremble were a crimeWe met, and not a nerve was shook.
I saw thee gaze upon my face,
Yet meet with no confusion there: One only feeling could'st thou trace; The sullen calmness of despair.
Away! away! my early dream