But fix'd unalterable care Foregoes not what she feels within, Shows the same sadness every where, And slights the season and the scene. For all that pleased in wood or lawn, Has lost its beauties and its powers. The saint or moralist should tread They seek like me the secret shade, Me fruitless scenes and prospects waste These tell me of enjoyments past, And those of sorrows yet to come. THE WINTER NOSEGAY. WHAT nature, alas! has denied And winter is decked with a smile. See, Mary, what beauties I bring From the shelter of that sunny shed, Where the flowers have the charms of the spring, Though abroad they are frozen and dead. 'Tis a bower of Arcadian sweets, Where Flora is still in her prime, A fortress, to which she retreats From the cruel assaults of the clime. While earth wears a mantle of snow, These pinks are as fresh and as gay As the fairest and sweetest, that blow On the beautiful bosom of May. See how they have safely survived Such Mary's true love, that has lived The charms of the late blowing rose MUTUAL FORBEARANCE. NECESSARY TO THE HAPPINESS OF THE MARRIED STATE. THE lady thus addressed her spouse→→→ Are such an antiquated scene, They overwhelm me with the spleen. And shall expect him at the door, (And raised her voice, and frowned beside) You are so sadly deaf, my dear, What shall I do to make you hear? Then, with a voice exceeding low, Alas! and is domestic strife, And something, ev'ry day they live, In common to the lot of all, And tumult, and intestine war, The love, that cheers life's latest stage, Proof against sickness and old age, |