Графични страници
PDF файл

Builds in his copse a favourite bench,
And stores the pond with carp and tench.

But ah! too soon his thoughtless breaft
By cares domestic is oppreft ;
And a third butcher's bill, and brewing,
Threaten inevitable ruin:
For children fresh expences yet,
And Dicky now for school is fit.

Why did I fell my college life

(He cries) for benefice and wife? “ Return, ye days! when endless pleasure " I found in reading, or in leisure ! " When calm around the common room “ I puff’d my daily pipe's perfume !

Rode for a ftomach, and inspected “ At annual bottlings, corks selected : 6. And din'd untax’d, untroubled, under “ The pourtrait of our pious founder! “ When impositions were supply'd " To light my pipe-or footh my pride “ No cares were then for forward peas A yearly longing-wife to please ; “ My thoughts no chrift'ning dinner croft, " No children cry'd for butter'd toaft ; “ And ev'ry night I went to bed, “ Without a Modus in my head !”

Oh! trifling head, and fickle heart! Chagrin'd at whatsoe'er thou art ;

A dupe

A dupe to follies yet untry'd,
And fick of pleasures, scarce enjoy'd!
Each prize poffefs'd, thy transport ceases,
And in pursuit alone it pleases.

[merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors]

Dhe vain, the wealthy, and the proud,

In Folly's maze advance ;
Tho' fingularity and pride
Be call'd our choice, we'll step afide,

Nor join the giddy dance.

[ocr errors]

From the gay world we'll oft retire
To our own family and fire,

Where love our hours employs;
No noisy neighbour enters here,
No intermeddling ftranger near,

To spoil our heart-felt joys,


If folid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies;

And they are fools who roam:
The world has nothing to bestow,
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.

Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,
When with impatient wing the left

That safe retreat, the ark;
Giving her vain excursion o'er,
The disappointed bird once more
Explor'd the sacred bark.

Tho' fools fpurn Hymen's gentle pow'rs,
We, who improve his golden hours,

By sweet experience know,
That marriage rightly understood,
Gives to the tender and the good
A paradise below.

Our babes shall richest comforts bring,
If tutor'd right, they'll prove a spring,

Whence pleasures ever rise:
We'll form their minds with studious care,
To all that's manly, good, and fair,
And train them for the kies.

VII. While

VII. While they our wisest hours engage, They'll joy our youth, support our age,

And crown our hoary hairs : They'll grow in virtue ev'ry day, , And thus our fondest loves repay, And recompense our cares.

VIII. No borrow'd joys! they're all our own, While to the world we live unknown,

Or by the world forgot:
Monarchs ! we envy not your state,
We look with pity on the great,
And bless our humbler lot.

Our portion is not large indeed,
But then, how little do we need,

For Nature's calls are few !
In this the art of living lies,
To want no more than may fuffice,
And make that little do.

We'll therefore relith with content
Whate'er kind Providence has sent,

Nor aim beyond our pow'r.;
For if our stock be very small,
'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,

Nor lose the prefent hour,

To be resign'd, when ills betide,
Patient, when favours are deny'd,

And pleas'd with favours giv'n;
Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part,
This is that incense of the heart,
Whose fragrance smells to heav'n.

We'll ask no long protracted treat,
(Since winter life is seldom sweet ;)

But when our feast is o'er,
Grateful from table we'll arise,
Nor grudge our sons with envious eyes,
The relicks of our store.

Thus hand in hand thro’ life we'll go,
Its checker'd paths of joy and woe

With cautious steps we'll tread ;
Quit its vain scenes without a tear,
Without a trouble or a fear,
And mingle with the dead.

While Conscience, like a faithful friend,
Shall, thro' the gloomy vale attend,

And cheer our dying breath ;
Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel whisper peace,

And smooth the bed of death.


« ПредишнаНапред »