The maid, who views with penfive air
The thow-glafs fraught with glittering ware,
Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets,
But fighs at thought of empty pockets;
Like thine, her appetite is keen,

But ah, the cruel glafs between!

Our dear delights are often fuch, Exposed to view, but not to touch; The fight our foolish heart inflames, We long for pine-apples in frames; With hopeless with one looks and lingers; One breaks the glafs, and cuts his fingers; But they whom truth and wisdom lead, Can gather honey from a weed.

HORACE. Book the 2d. ODE the 10th.

I.

RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach,

So fhalt thou live beyond the reach

Of adverse Fortune's power; Not always tempt the diftant deep, Nor always timorously creep

Along the treacherous fhore.

II.

He, that holds faft the golden mean,
And lives contentedly between

The little and the great,

Feels not the wants, that pinch the poor,

Nor plagues, that haunt the rich man's door,
Imbittering all his state.

III.

The talleft pines feel moft the power

Of wintry blafts; the loftieft tower
Comes heaviest to the ground;

The bolts, that spare the mountain's fide,
His cloud-capt eminence divide,

And spread the ruin round.

IV.

The well informed philofopher
Rejoices with an wholesome fear,
And hopes, in spite of pain;
If winter bellow from the north,

Soon the sweet spring comes dancing forth,
And nature laughs again.

V.

What if thine heaven be overcaft,
The dark appearance will not laft;
Expect a brighter sky.

The God, that ftrings the filver bow,
Awakes fometimes the muses too,
And lays his arrows by.

VI.

If hindrances obftru&t thy way,
Thy magnanimity display,

And let thy ftrength be seen;
But oh! if Fortune fill thy fail
With more than a propitious gale,
Take half thy canvass in.

REFLECTION

ON THE FOREGOING ODE.

AND is this all? Can reafon do no more

Than bid me fhun the deep, and dread the shore?
Sweet moralift! afloat on life's rough fea,

The Chriftian has an art unknown to thee.
He holds no parley with unmanly fears;
Where duty bids he confidently fteers,
Faces a thousand dangers at her call,

And, trufting in his God, furmounts them all.

THE LILY AND THE ROSE.

I.

THE nymph muft lofe her female friend,
If more admired than fhe---

But where will fierce contention end,
If flowers can difagree?

II.

Within the garden's peaceful fcene

Appeared two lovely foes,

Afpiring to the rank of queen,
The Lily and the Rofe.

III.

The Rofe foon reddened into rage,

And, fwelling with difdain, Appealed to many a poet's page

To prove her right to reign.

IV.

The Lily's height bespoke command,
A fair imperial flower;

She feemed defigned for Flora's hand,

The fceptre of her power.