But come, my friend, with tafte, with fcience bleft, Ere age impair me, and.ere gold allure; Restore thy dear idea to my breast, 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? I'll spurn the boasted wealth of * LYDIA's king, * Crœfus. ELEGY ELEGY X. To fortune, fuggefting his motive for repining at her A difpenfations. SK not the cause, why this rebellious tongue Loads with fresh curses thy detested sway; Ask not, thus branded in my softeft 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 rise; That, on this breast, no mimic star is borne, Rever'd, ah! more than those that light the skies. '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 afpire; "Ah! better dwell in ruins, than behold "Thy fortunes mould'ring, and thy domes entire. 1 "HONORIO built, but dar'd my laws defy; "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 fay. How wou'd fome flood, with ampler treasures bleft, How muft * VELINO shake his reedy crest! Fortune, I yield! and fee, I give the sign; At noon the poor mechanic wanders home; Collects the fquare, the level, and the line, And, with retorted eye, forfakes the dome. Yes, I can patient view the shadeless plains; * A river in ITALY, that falls an hundred yards perpendicular. Defcend, Defcend, ye ftorms! deftroy my rifing pile; To fee it scarce furvive a winter's day. Let fome dull dotard bask in thy gay fhrine, Let him exult, with boundlefs wealth supply'd, Gods! muft my DELIA, muft my DELIA bear? Muft DELIA's foftnefs, elegance, and ease Submit to MARIAN's drefs? to MARIAN'S gold? Muft MARIAN's robe from diftant INDIA please? The fimple fleece my DELIA's limbs enfold? "Yet fure on DELIA feems the ruffet fair; Ah! what is native worth esteem'd of clowns ? 'Tis thy falfe glare, O fortune! thine they fee: 'Tis for my DELIA's fake I dread thy frowns, And my laft gafp fhall curfes breathe on thee. EL EGY XI. He complains how foon the pleafing novelty of life is A H me, my friend! it will not, will not laft! This fairy-fcene, that cheats our youthful eyes! The charm diffolves; th' aerial mufic's paft; The banquet ceases, and the vifion flies. Where are the fplendid forms, the rich perfumes, Vain now are books, the fage's wisdom vain! The weaken'd paffions, felf-fubdued, obey. Scarce has the fun fev'n annual courfes roll'd, Since, not the miser fo carefs'd his gold, As I, for what it gave, was heard to figh. On the world's ftage I wish'd fome sprightly part; And |