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Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme

Teach humbler thoughts to you,

Since fuch a reptile has its gem,
And boasts its fplendour too.

II. THE JACK DA W.

I.

THERE is a bird who by his coat,
And by the hoarfenefs of his note,

Might be fuppos'd a crow;

A great frequenter of the church,
Where bishop-like he finds a perch,

And dormitory too.

II.

Above the steeple shines a plate,
That turns and turns, to indicate

From what point blows the weather,

Look up your brains begin to swim,

'Tis in the clouds-that pleases him,

He chooses it the rather.

VOL. I.

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Fond

III.

Fond of the speculative height,

Thither he wings his airy flight,

And thence fecurely fees

'The bustle and the raree-fhow

That occupy mankind below,

Secure and at his ease.

IV.

You think, no doubt, he fits and mufes

On future broken bones and bruises,

If he should chance to fall,

No not a fingle thought like that
Employs his philofophic pate,

Or troubles it at all.

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He fees that this great roundabout
The world, with all its motley rout,

Church, army, phyfic, law,

Its cuftoms and its bufineffes

Are no concern at all of his,

And fays, what says he? Caw.

VI.

Thrice happy bird! I too have seen
Much of the vanities of men,

And fick of having feen 'em,
Would chearfully thefe limbs refign
For fuch a pair of wings as thine,

And fuch a head between 'em.

III. THE CRICKET.

I.

LITTLE inmate, full of mirth,

Chirping on my kitchen hearth;

Wherefoe'er be thine abode,

Always harbinger of good,

Pay me for thy warm retreat,

With a fong more soft and sweet,

In return thou shalt receive

Such a strain as I can give.

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II,

Thus thy praise shall be exprest,.

Inoffenfive, welcome guest !

While the rat is on the scout,

And the mouse with curious fnout,

With what vermin else infest

Every dish and fpoil the best;

Frisking thus before the fire,

Thou haft all thine heart's defire.

III.

Though in voice and shape they be

Form'd as if akin to thee,

Thou furpaffeft, happier far,

Happiest grasshoppers that are,

Theirs is but a fummer's fong,
Thine endures the winter long,
Unimpair'd and fhrill and clear,
Melody throughout the year.

IV. Neither

IV.

Neither night nor dawn of day,

Puts a period to thy play,

Sing then-and extend thy span

Far beyond the date of man-
Wretched man, whofe years are spent
In repining discontent ;

Lives not, aged though he be,

Half a span compar'd with thee.

IV. THE PARROT.

I.

IN painted plumes fuperbly dreft,

A native of the gorgeous eaft,

By many a billow toft;

Poll gains at length the British fhore,

Part of the captain's precious ftore,

A present to his toast.

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