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"Whom flow'rs alone I knew would little please,
Let fall th' unfinish'd wreath, and rov'd for fruit;
Rov'd far, and gather'd much: some harsh, 'tis true,
Pick'd from the thorns and briers of reproof,
But wholesome, well-digested; grateful some
To palates that can taste immortal truth;
Insipid else, and sure to be desois'd.
But all is in his hand whose praise I seek.
In vain the poet sings, and the world hears,
If he regard not, though divine the theme.
'Tis not in artful measures, in the chime
And idle tinkling of a minstrel's lyre,
To charm his ear, whose eye is on the heart;
Whose frown can disappoint the proudest strain,
Whose approbation—prosper even mine.
Dear Joseph—five and twenty years ago— Alas, how time escapes!—'tis even so— With frequent intercourse, and always sweet, And always friendly, we were wont to cheat A tedious hour—and now we never meet! As some grave gentleman in Terence fays, ('Twas therefore much the fame in ancient days) Good lack, we know not what to-morrow brings— Strange fluctuation of all human things I True. Changes will befall, and friends may party But distance only cannot change the heart:
And, were I calPd to prove th' assertion true,
Whence comes it then, that in the wane of life, Though nothing have occurr'd to kindle strife, We find the friends we fancied we had won, Though num'rous once, reduc'd to few or none? Can gold grow worthless that has stood the touch? No—gold they seem'd, but they were never such.
Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringe, Swinging the parlour-door upon its hinge, Dreading a negative, and overaw'd Lest he should trespass, begg'd to go abroad. Go, fellow!—whither ?—turning short about— 'Nay—stay at home—you're always going out. 'Tis but a step, sir, just at the street's end.— For what ?—An please you, sir, to see a friend. A friend! Horatio cried, and seem'd to start— Yea marry shalt thou, and with all my heart.— And fetch my cloak: for, though the night be raw, I'll fee him too—the first I ever saw.
I knew the man, and knew his nature mild,
But, not to moralize too much, and strain