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ON THE PROMOTION OF
EDWARD THURLOW, Esq. .
TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.
Round Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
And Genius shed his rays.
The experienc'd and the sage,
With all the skill of age !
Discernment, eloquence, and grace
Proclaim him born to sway The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.
The praise bestow'd was just and wise ;
He sprang impetuous forth,
Attends superior worth.
ODE TO PEACE.
Bome, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor pow'r pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.
Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
The banquet of thy smiles ?
The great, the gay, shall they partake The Heav'n that thou alone canst make?
And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The
grove and the sequester'd shed, To be a guest with them?
Whate'er I lov'd before ;
Farewell! we meet no more?
The bow well bent, and smart the spring,
Vice seems already slain ;
And it revives again.
Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part; irtue engages his assent,
But Pleasure wins his heart.
'Tis here the folly of the wise
Through all his art we view;
His conscience owns it true.