COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy neft Once more in this fad heart: Nor riches I, nor pow'r pursue, We therefore need not part. 2. Where wilt thou dwell if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free, And pleasures fatal wiles; For whom alas! doft thou prepare The sweets that I was wont to fhare, The banquet of thy fmiles? The 3 The great, ₹ the gay, fhall they partake The heav'n that thou alone canft make, And wilt thou quit the stream That murmurs through the dewy mead, For thee I panted, thee I priz❜d, For thee I gladly facrific'd Whate'er I lov'd before, And fhall I fee thee ftart away, Farewel! we meet no more? HUMAN FRAILTY. I. WEAK and irrefolute is man; The purpose of to day Woven with pains into his plan, 2. The bow well bent and smart the fpring, Vice feems already flain, But paffion rudely fnaps the ftring, And it revives again. 3. Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part, Virtue engages his affent, But pleasure wins his heart. 4. 'Tis here the folly of the wife Through all his art we view, And while his tongue the charge denies, His confcience owns it true. 5. Bound on a voyage of awful length A stranger to fuperior ftrength, But 6. But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the diftant coaft, The breath of heav'n must swell the fail, Or all the toil is loft. I. THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day, I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may) A little nearer home. 2. Yon roaring boys who rave and fight On t'other fide the Atlantic, I always held them in the right, But most fo, when most frantic. 3. When lawless mobs infult the court, That man fhall be my toast, If breaking windows be the sport 4. But oh! for him my fancy culls The choiceft flow'rs fhe bears, Who conftitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. 5. Such civil broils are my delight, Who say the mob are mad outright, 6. A rope I wish we patriots had Such strings for all who need 'em→ What! hang a man for going mad? On obferving fome Names of little Note recorded in the BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA. OH fond attempt to give a deathless lot, To names ignoble, born to be forgot! |