I ELE GY IX. He defcribes bis difinterestedness to a friend. NE'ER muft tinge my lip with Celtic wines; Down yonder brook my crystal bev'rage flows; And, from my grove, I hear the throftle fing. My fellow fwains! avert your dazled eyes; They gave you vigour from your parent's veins ; They gave you toils; but toils your finews brace; They gave you nymphs, that own their amorous pains, And fhades, the refuge of the gentle race. To carve your loves, to paint your mutual flames, To fing foft carrols to your lovely dames, Wou'dft Wou'dft thou, my STREPHON, love's delighted flave ! And giving, bade thee in remembrance wear. Ill fare my peace, but ev'ry idle toy, If to my mind my DELIA'S form it brings, Has truer worth, imparts fincerer joy, Than all that bears the radiant ftamp of kings. O my foul weeps, my breast with anguish bleeds, I rise superior, and the rich difdain. Oft from the stream, flow-wandering down the glade, Penfive I hear the nuptial peal rebound; "Some mifer weds, I cry, the captive maid, "And fome fond lover fickens at the found." Not SOMERVILLE, the mufe's friend of old, Scorn'd be the wretch that quits his genial bowl, His loves, his friendships, ev'n his self, resigns; Perverts the facred inftinct of his foul, And to a ducate's dirty sphere confines. But come, my friend, with tafte, with fcience blest, The rich deposit shall the shrine secure. Let others toil to gain the fordid ore, The charms of independence let us fing; Bleft with thy friendship, can I wish for more? Cræfus. ELEGY EL EGY X. To fortune, fuggefting his motive for repining at her A difpenfations. SK not the cause, why this rebellious tongue Loads with fresh curfes thy detefted sway; Afk not, thus branded in my softest song, Why stands the flatter'd name, which all obey? 'Tis not, that in my shed I lurk forlorn, Nor fee my roof on Parian columns rife ; That, on this breast, no mimic star is borne, Rever'd, ah! more than those that light the fkies. 'Tis not, that on the turf fupinely laid, I fing or pipe, but to the flocks that graze; And, all inglorious, in the lonesome shade, My finger stiffens, and my voice decays. Not, that my fancy mourns thy ftern command, "Forbear, vain youth! be cautious, weigh thy gold; "Nor let yon rifing column more aspire; "Ah! better dwell in ruins, than behold "Thy fortunes mould'ring, and thy domes entire. "HONORIO built, but dar'd my laws defy; "He planted, fcornful of my fage commands; "The peach's vernal bud regal'd his eye; "The fruitage ripen'd for more frugal hands." See the small stream that pours its murm'ring tide O'er fome rough rock that wou'd its wealth display, Displays it aught but penury and pride? Ah! conftrue wifely what fuch murmurs say. How wou'd fome flood, with ampler treasures bleft, How muft* VELINO shake his reedy creft! Fortune, I yield! and fee, I give the fign; At noon the poor mechanic wanders home; Collects the fquare, the level, and the line, And, with retorted eye, forsakes the dome. Yes, I can patient view the fhadeless plains; A river in ITALY, that falls an hundred yards perpendicular. Defcend, |