T Go to TO-MORROW. By the Same. Pereunt et Imputantur. O-morrow, didst thou fay! Methought I heard Horatio fay, To-morrow. -I will not hear of it-To-morrow! 'Tis a fharper, who ftakes his penury Against thy plenty-who takes thy ready cash, And pays thee nought but wishes, hopes, and promifes, The currency of ideots.Injurious bankrupt, That gulls the eafy creditor! -To-morrow! It is a period no where to be found In all the hoary regifters of Time, Wisdom difclaims the word, nor holds fociety But foft, my friend-arreft the prefent moments; Tracklefs, Tracklefs, as the wing'd couriers of the air, And know, for that thou flumber'dft on the guard, For ev'ry fugitive: and when thou thus Of hood-wink'd Justice, who shall tell thy audit! Imprint the marks of wisdom on its wings. 'Tis of more worth than kingdoms! far more precious Than all the crimson treasures of life's fortune. Oh! let it not elude thy grasp, but like The good old patriarch upon record, Hold the fleet angel faft, until he bless thee. On Lord COBHAM'S Gardens. By the Same. T puzzles much the fages' brains, IWure Eden flood of yore; Some place it in Arabia's plains, Some fay, it is no more. But But Cobham can thefe tales confute, As all the curious know; For he has prov'd beyond difpute, F By the Same. AIREST flow'r, all flow'rs excelling, Flow'rs of Eve's imbower'd dwelling, Emblems of a double kind; Emblems of thy fair complexion, But, dear girl, both flow'rs and beauty Then purfue good sense and duty, a Alluding to Milton's description of Eve's bower. VOL. IV. R Father Father FRANCIS's Prayer. Written in Lord WESTMORLAND's Hermitage. N E gay attire, ne marble hall, Ne arched roof, ne pictur'd wall; But not the good, perdie nor fair, The The gravely dull and pertly gay, An Infcription on the Cell. Beneath these mofs-grown roots, this ruftick cell, An Infcription in the Cell. Sweet bird that fing'ft on yonder fpray, R 2 |