IV. * And fhould the shaft of treacherous fpleen Glance venom'd through this peaceful fcene, Unheeded may it fly. Provok'd, not tempted to repay, Tho' truth feverer prompt the lay, V. Here with the pheasant and the hare, Have ftatefmen pafs'd a day. Their flow-returning prey. VI. O! blind to all the joys of life, Who seek them in the ftorm of strife, Deftroying, or destroy'd. Lefs wretched they, and yet unblefs'd, Who batten in lethargic reft, But come, my friend, the fun invites, For thee the town hath no delights, Distasted and aggriev'd; While fools believe, while villains cheat, Too honeft to approve deceit, Too wife to be deceiv'd. a Alluding to a certain fcandalous libel. VIII. Or VIII. Or doft thou fear left dire disease O! rather hafte, where thou shalt find To comfort and to aid. IX. And while by fore afflictions try'd, O! What Stoic never bore; may I learn like thee to bear, And what shall be my deftin'd share, GENTLE, idle, trifling boy, Sing of pleafures, fing of joy! Well you paint the crystal spring, But beware with bolder flight, But beware! with impious ftrain, Heaven, and heaven-born liberty! Pent within a narrow fold, Ty'd, and ftript, and flain, and fold. Britons know a nobler end. Yet O! ceafe not gentle boy! Thine it is to footh our toil, An N Stow, the Muse's happy theme, Let fancy's eye enamour'd gaze; Where thro' one nobly simple scheme, Ten thousand varying beauties please. There patriot-virtue rears her fhrine, Nor love! art thou depriv'd of thine. II. Mark where from POPE's exhaustless vein, III. So while thro' Britain's fields her Thames The tribute of a thousand ftreams Swells the majestick river's pride; And where his gen'rous current ftrays, The wealth of either world conveys. IV. Far IV. Far other, is that wretch's fong, A narrow, crooked, dubious course; Spreads a wide wafle o'er plains, and woods. V. In action thus the mind express'd High foars in Pope the true fublime ; An O D E. By the Same. I. OO anxious for the publick weal, O think if Britain claims thy zeal, II. Thy |