Lorenzo! pride repress; nor hope to find Patience. Beware of desp❜rate steps. The darkest day Bane of elated life, of affluent states, How dost thou lure the fortunate and great! Virtuous activity. Seize, mortals! seize the transient hour; The source of happiness. Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Placid emotion. Who can forbear to smile with nature? Can Solitude.* O sacred solitude; divine retreat! Choice of the prudent! envy of the great! *By solitude here is meant, a temporary seclusion from the world. Presume not on to-morrow. In human hearts what bolder thoughts can rise, Dum vivimus vivamus. Whilst we live let us live. "Live while you live," the epicure would say, "And seize the pleasures of the present day." Live, while you live," the sacred preacher cries; "And give to God each moment as it flies." Lord! in my views, let both united be; 1 live in pleasure, when I live to thee! SECTION IV. VERSES IN VARIOUS FORMS. The security of Virtue. Let coward guilt, with pallid fear, And justly dread the vengeful fate, Resignation. And O! by error's force subdu'd, Not to my wish, but to my want, Unask'd, what good thou knowest grant: Compassion. I have found out a gift for my fair; DODDRIDGE. I have found where the wood pigeons breed: But let me that plunder forbear! She will say, 'tis a barbarous deed. For he ne'er can be true, she averr'a, Who can rob a poor bird of its young; And I lov'd her the more when I heard Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, He gain'd from Heav'n, ('twas all he wish'd) a friend, No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his father and his God. Joy and sorrow connected. Still, where rosy pleasure leads, Behind the steps that mis'ry treads, The hues of bliss more brightly glow, And blended form, with artful strife, He that holds fast the golden mean, The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, The tallest pines feel most the pow'r The bolts that spare the mountain's side, And spread the ruin round. Moderate views and aims recommended. The wants of my nature are cheaply supplied; How vainly, through infinite trouble and strife, Since all that is truly delightful in life, The tree of deepest root is found Virtue's address to pleasure.* Vast happiness enjoy thy gay allies! A youth of follies, an old age of cares; Young yet enervate, old yet never wise, Vice wastes their vigour, and their mind impairs. Vain, idle, delicate, in thoughtless ease, Reserving woes for age, their prime they spend ; All wretched, hopeless in the evil days, With sorrow to the verge of life they tend. Griev'd with the present, of the past asham'd, They live and are despis'd; they die, no more are nam'd. SECTION V.. VERSES IN WHICH SOUND CORRESPONDS TO SIGNIFICATION. Smooth and rough verse. SOFT is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows. The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, Swift and easy motion. Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. Loud sounds the axe, redoubling strokes on strokes ; Sensual Pleasure. Headlong. Deep echoing groan the thickets brown; The string let fly Twang'd short and sharp, like the shrill swallows cry. See from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms, With many a weary step, and many a groan, First march the heavy mules securely słow; A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. Still gath'ring force, it smokes, and urg'd amain, The waves behind impel the waves before, Wide rolling, foaming high, and tumbling to the shore. Pensive numbers. In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly pensive contemplation dwells, |