To INDOLENCE. I do not woo thy presence, INDOLEnce! Goddess, I would not rank A votary in thy train. I will not ask to wear thy fett'ring flowers, O thou on whose cold lips Faint plays the heartless smile! Pale, sickly as the unkindly shaded fruit, Thy languid check displays No sunny hues of health; There is no radiance in thy listless eye, No active joy that fires Its sudden glance with life. I do not wish upon thy downy couch, As in a conscious dream, To doze away the hours, Dead to all noble purposes of man, Useless among mankind, To live, unworthy life. But to thy sister LEISURE I would pour The supplicating prayer, And woo her aid benign: Nymph, on whose sunny cheek the hue of health Blooms like the ruddy fruit Matur'd by Southern rays; Whose eye beam sparkles to the speaking heart, Like the reflected noon Quick glancing on the waves. Her would I pray that not for ever thus The ungentle voice of toil So should my hand a votive temple rear, That undestroy'd should stand. Long should the stately monument proclaim That no ungrateful heart, Goddess! received thy boon. R. The FILBERT. Nay gather not that Filbert, Nicholas, There were two great men once amused themselves Enough of dangers and of enemies Hath Nature's wisdom for the worm ordained, Him may the Nut-hatch piercing with strong bill The Squirrel bear, at leisure to be crack'd. As this poor Maggot hath, and when I muse To be enkernelled thus: never to hear THEODERIT. |