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The throb of emulation. Thou shalt give
thine emerald eyes ! aye, purr away, For I am praising thee I tell thee Puss, And Cats as well as Kings love flattery. For three whole days I heard an old Fur Gown Beprais'd, that made a Duke a Chancellor : Trust me, tho' I can sing most pleasantly Upon thy well-streak'd coat, to that said Fur I was not guilty of a single rhyme ! 'Twas an old turn-coat Fur, that would sit easy And wrap
round any man, so it were tied With a blue ribband.
What a magic lies In beauty! thou on this forbidden ground Mayest range, and when the Fellow looks at thee Straight he forgets the *statute. Swell thy tail And stretch thy claws, most Democratic beast,
* The Statute that excludes Cats, Dogs, and all other singing birds, from the College precincts.
I like thine independance! treat thee well,
+ Always encounter petulance with gentleness, and perverseness with kindness : a gentle hand will lead the Elephant itself by a hair. From the Persian Rosary, by Eddin Sadi. Enfield's History SONG.
Think not while gayer swains invite
Thy feet dear Girl, to pleasure's bowers, My faded form shall meet thy sight
And cloud my Laura's smiling hours.
Thou art the world's delighted guest,
And all the young admire, is thine; Then I'll not wound thy gentle breast
By numb'ring o'er the wounds of mine.
I will not say how well, how long,
This faithful heart has sigh'd for thee ; But leave thee happier swains among,
Content, if thou contented be.
But Laura, should Misfortune's wand
Bid all thy youth's gay visions fly, From thy soft cheek the rose command,
And force the lustre from thine eye ;
Then, thoughtless of my own distress,
I'll haste thy comforter to prove, And Laura shall my friendship bless Altho' alas ! she scorns my love.
A. OPIE. 1793. The SONG of PLEASURE.
The genial influence of the day