Thus SAL, with tears in either eye; While victor NED fate titt'ring by. Thus I, long envying your fuccefs, You, who can frame a tuneful fong, What is this wreath, fo green! fo fair! And fome mens vigils ne'er obtain ? Ah no! 'tis genius gives you fame, } A So A SOLEMN MEDITATION. WHAT is this life, this active guest, Which robs our peaceful clay of rest? This trifle, which while we retain, This breath, which we no fooner find, To thofe that lov'd 'em, e'er fo well! Pond'ring these things, within my heart, Surely, faid I-life is a f-t! The The POET and the DUN. 1741. Thefe are Meffengers That feelingly perfuade me what I am. SHAKESPEAR. Com "I made bold to call--'tis a twelvemonth and moreI'm forry, believe me, to trouble you thus, Sir,But JOB wou'd be paid, Sir, had Joв been a mercer.' My friend have but patience-- "Ay these are your ways.' I have got but one fhilling to ferve me two days— But Sir-prithee take it, and tell your attorney, If I han't paid your bill, I have paid for your journey. Well, now thou art gone, let me govern my passion, And calmly confider-consider? vexation! What whore that muft paint, and must put on false locks, And counterfeit joy in the pangs of the pox! What beggar'swife's nephew,now ftarv'd,& nowbeaten, Who, wanting to eat, fears himself shall be eaten ! What porter, what turnfpit, can deem his cafe hard! Or what dun boast of patience that thinks of a bard! Well, I'll leave this poor trade, for no trade can be poorer, Turn fhoe-boy, or courtier, or pimp, or procurer; Get love, and refpect, and good living, and pelf, And dun fome poor dog of a poet myself. One's One's credit, however, of course will grow better; Written at an Inn at HENLEY. T O thee, fair freedom! I retire From flattery, cards, and dice, and din; Nor art thou found in mansions higher Than the low cott, or humble inn. 'Tis here with boundless pow'r I reign; I fly from pomp, I fly from plate! And chufe my lodgings at an inn. Here, waiter! take my fordid ore, Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, The warmest welcome, at an inn. * Healey in Arden, in Warwickshires. A SIMILE. |