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 fmall ftream that pours its murm❜ring tide O'er fome rough rock that wou'd its wealth display, Difplays it aught but penury and pride? Ah! conftrue wifely what such murmurs say. How wou'd fome flood, with ampler treasures bleft, How muft + VELINO shake his reedy crest! 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, forfakes the dome. Yes, I can patient view the fhadeless plains; Y Descend, † A river in 1r LY, that falls an hundred yards perpens dicular. D 2 Defcend, ye ftorms! deftroy my rifing' pile ; To fee it fcarce furvive a winter's day. Let fome dull dotard bafk in thy gay fhrine," That his rude voice, his grating reed's prefer'd ? § Let him exult, with boundless wealth supply'd, ́ Gods! must my DELTA, muft my DELIA bear. Submit to MARFAN's drefs; to MARIAN's gold ?' Muft MARIAN's robe from diftant INDIA please? The fimple fleece my DELIA's limbs enfold? 64 "Yet fure on Detra feems the ruffet fair; Ah! what is native worth efteem'd of clowns ? 'Tis thy falfe glare, O fortune! thine they fee: 'Tis for my DELIA's fake I dread thy frowns, And my last gafp fhall curfes breathe on thee. ELEGY ELEGY 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 last! The charm diffolves; th' aerial mufic's past; Where are the fplendid forms, the rich perfumes, And we, delightless, left to wander home!. 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, On the world's ftage I wish'd fome sprightly part; And And you, ye works of art! allur'd mine eye, Smit with the charms of fame, whose lovely spoil, Oft too I pray'd, 'twas nature form'd the pray'r, dome. But now 'tis o'er, the dear delufion's o'er! I fcorn the palm, before I reach the goal. O youth! enchanting ftate, profusely bleft! Then glows the breaft, as op'ning roses fair; Tender as buds, and lavish as the fpring. Not Not all the force of manhood's active might, Which gay delufion gave the tender mind.. Adieu foft raptures! tranfports void of care! Tedious again to curfe the drizling day! O life! how foon of ev'ry bliss forlorn ! N° E LEGY XII. His recantation. O more the mufe obtrudes her thin disguise; How ev'ry fervour from my bofom flies, |