E LE G Y XI. He complains how foon the pleafing novelty of life is over. To Mr. J. 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 ceafes, 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 courses roll'd, Since, not the miser so carefs'd his gold, On the world's ftage I wish'd some sprightly part; And you, ye works of art! allur'd mine eye, Smit with the charms of fame, whofe lovely spoil, Oft too I pray'd, 'twas nature form'd the pray'r, But now 'tis o'er, the dear delufion's o'er! I scorn the palm, before I reach the goal. O youth! enchanting ftate, profufely bleft! Then glows the breaft, as op'ning rofes fair; Tender as buds, and lavish as the spring. Not Not all the force of manhood's active might, Adieu foft raptures! tranfports void of care! Tedious again to curfe the drizling day! The felf-fame hawthorns bud, and cowflips blow! O life! how foon of ev'ry bliss forlorn! N O more the mufe obtrudes her thin disguise; How ev'ry fervour from my bosom flies, And reafon in her lonesome palace reigns. Ere Ere the chill winter of our days arrive, No more fhe paints the breast from paffion free; I feel, I feel one loitering with furvive— Ah need I, FLORIO, name that wish to thee? The ftar of VENUS ufhers in the day, The first, the loveliest of the train that fhine! The ftar of VENUS lends her brighteft ray, When other stars their friendly beams refign. Still in my breaft one foft defire remains, Pure as that ftar, from guilt, from int'reft free, Has gentle DELIA trip'd across the plains, And need I, FLORIO, name that wish to thee? While, cloy'd to find the scenes of life the fame, I flept not long beneath yon rural bow'rs; And lo! my crook with flow'rs adorn'd I fee : Has gentle DELIA bound my crook with flow'rs, And need I, FLORIO, name my hopes to thee? ELEGY E LEGY XIII. To a friend, on fome flight occafion eftranged from him. EALTH to my friend, and many a chearful day HEALTH Around his feat may peaceful fhades abide! Smooth flow the minutes, fraught with fmiles, away, And, 'till they crown our union, gently glide. Ah me! too fwiftly fleets our vernal bloom! Say, were it ours, by fortune's wild command, Life is that stranger land, that alien clime: Shall kindred fouls forego their social claim? Myriads of fouls, that knew one parent mold, But |