ON THE PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND. I. ROUND Thurlow's head, in early youth, And in his fportive days, Fair science pour'd the light of truth, II. See! with united wonder, cried Ambition in a boy supplied With all the skill of age! III. Difcernment, eloquence, and grace, The balance in the highest place, IV. The praise beftow'd was just and wife; He sprang impetuous forth, Secure of conqueft where the prize Attends fuperior worth. V. So the best courfer on the plain What all had deem'd his own. ODE TO PEACE. I. COME, peace of mind, delightful gueft, Return and make thy downy neft Once more in this fad heart! Nor riches I, nor pow'r, purfue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view; We therefore need not part. II. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free, And pleasure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas! doft thou prepare III. The great, the gay, fhall they partake That murmurs through the dewy mead, IV. For thee I panted, thee I priz'd, Whate'er I lov'd before; And fhall I fee thee ftart away, And, helpless, hopeless, hear thee sayFarewell! we meet no more? HUMAN FRAILTY. I. WEAK and irrefolute is man; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away. II. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, Vice feems already flain; But paffion rudely snaps the string, III. Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his affent, But pleasure wins his heart. IV. '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. V. Bound on a voyage of awful length And dangers little known, A ftranger to fuperior ftrength, Man vainly trufts his own. VI. 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. THE MODERN PATRIOT. I. REBELLION is my theme all day; (As who knows but perhaps it may?) A little nearer home. II. Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight On t'other fide th' Atlantic, I always held them in the right, But most so when moft frantic. |