ADVICE to the Marquis of ROCKINGHAM, W upon a late Occafion. Written in 1765, by an OLD COURTIER. ELL may they, Wentworth, call thee young, And to a wretch be kind! Old statesmen would reverse your plan, Sink, in the minifter, the man, And be both deaf and blind! If thus, my lord, your heart o'erflows, You should have fent, the other day, I would that you were older! You You should be proud, and seem displeas'd, Your houfe with beggars haunted: If right, their fuit is granted. From preffing crowds of great and small, And fail nineteen in twenty: What, wound my honour, break my word! Indeed, young ftatefman, 'twill not do,- What from your boyish freeks can fpring? LIBERTY. LA LIBERT A. TH Newly tranflated from METASTASIO. HANKS, Nicè, to thy treacherous art, The pitying gods have ta'en my part, And eas'd a wretch's pain: I feel, I feel, I feel, that from its chain Extinguish'd is my ancient flame, All calm my thoughts remain ; I fleep, yet not in every dream I wake, nor does my alter'd mind With thee I stay, nor yet from thence Oft of my Nicè's charms I fpeak, Yet feel no inward fmart. Even with my rival I can fmile, And calmly talk of thee. Speak Speak to me with a placid mien, What pleases now, or grieves my mind, Each pleasant spot without thee charms, The wood, the mead, the hill And scenes of dullness, even with thee, Judge, if I fpeak with tongue fincere ; To spy fome faults in that lov'd face, When from its fecret deep recefs It feem'd to split my heart; But, But, to relieve a tortur'd mind, To triumph o'er difdain, To gain my captive felf once more, Caught by the birdlime's treacherous twigs, To which he chanc'd to stray, His fhorten'd wings he foon renews, I know thy pride can ne'er believe And still add fomething more:- As all mankind are fond to boast The warrior thus, the combat o'er, Tells all the hardships which he bore, And fhews his ancient fcars. Thus the glad flave, by profperous fate, Freed from the fervile chain, Shews to each friend the galling weight, Which once he dragg'd with pain. |