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BOOK II. ODE X.
Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach,
Of adverse Fortune's power:
Along the treacherous shore.
The little and the great,
Imbittering all his state.
Comes heaviest to the ground;
And spread the ruin round.
And hopes in spite of pain: If Winter bellow from the north, Soon the sweet Spring comes dancing forth,
And Nature laughs again.
What if thine heaven be overcast?
Expect a brighter sky.
And lays bis arrows by.
And let thy strength be seen;
Take half thy canvass in.
THE FOREGOING ODE.
And is this all? Can Reason do no more
This elegant Rose had I shaken it less,
Might have bloomed with its owner awhile; And the tear, that is wip'd with a little addrefs,
May be follow'd perhaps with a smile.
The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower,
Which Mary to Anna convey'd,
And weigh'd down its beautiful head.
The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet,
And it seem'd, to a fanciful view,
On the flourishing bush where it grew. ,
I bastily seized it, unfit as it was
For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas !
I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground.
And such, I exclaim’d, is the pitiless part
Some act by the delicate mind,
Already to sorrow resign'd.
This elegant rose, had I shaken it less,
Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile, And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.