[merged small][ocr errors]

No sense of sufferings yet to come

Can now their prudence move: But see! where all around them wait The ministers of female fate,

'An artful, perjur’d, cruel train ; Ah! shew them where in ambush stand To seize their prey, the faithless band

Of false deceitful men!

These shall the luft of gaming wear,

That harpy of the mind,
With all the troop of rage and fear,

That follows close behind :
Or pining love shall waste their youth,
Or jealousy, with rankling tooth,

[H 4]


That gnaws bright Hymen's golden chain, ni Who opens wide the fatal gate, For fad distrust and ruthless hate,

And sorrow's pallid train.

[ocr errors]

Ambition this shall tempt to fix

Her hopes on something high,
To barter, for a coach and fix,

Her peace and liberty.
The stings of scandal these shall try,
And affectation's haughty eye,

That scowls on those it us’d to greet,
The cutting sneer, th' abusive song,
And false report, that glides along,

With never-resting feet.


And lo! where in the vale of years

A Grisly tribe are seen ; Fancy's pale family of fears,

More hideous than their queen :

Struck with th’imaginary crew

Which artless nature never knew

These aid from quacks, and cordials beg,
While this, transform’d by folly's hand,
Remains a-while at her command
. A tea-pot, or an egg.

To each her suff'rings : all must grieve,

And pour a filent groan,
At homage others charms receive,
Or flights that meet their own: man

[H 5]


But ill the voice of truth severe
Will suit the gay, regardless ear,

Whose joy in mirth and revels lies !

Thought would destroy this paradise.
No more ! - Where ignorance is bliss,

?Tis folly to be wise.

[graphic][ocr errors][merged small]
[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small]

A Parody on the Elegy in a Country

Church -Yard.


[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
« ForrigeFortsett »