Oh! fhall thy flames then ceafe to glow, TH SONG XXXI. ON FRIENDSHIP. HE world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, And friendship's a jewel we feldom can meet; How ftrange does it feem, that in fearching around, This fource of content is fo rare to be found? O, friendship! thou balm, and rich fweet'ner of life; How much to be priz'd and efteem'd is a friend, When fortune is fmiling, what crouds will appear, SONG BY SHAKSPEAR E. * BLOW, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not fo unkind As mans ingratitude: Thy tooth is not fo keen, Because thou art not feen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite fo nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy fting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. Heigh ho! &c. SONG XXXIII. THE LIE. BY FRANCIS DAVISON.† O foul, the bodys gueft, Go Upon a thankless arrant, Fear not to touch the best, + See vol. 1. p. 126. to have been written by cution. * In As you like it. The Lie is generally, though erroneously, fuppofed fir Walter Raleigh, the night before his exe Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten-wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live If potentates reply, Tell men of high condition, Their practice only hate: Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost, Like nothing but commending: Tell Tell Fortune of her blindness; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness; And, if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts, they have no foundness, But vary by efteeming; Tell fchools, they want profoundness, If arts and fchools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. |