PAUSE here, and think: a monitory rhime
Demands one moment of thy fleeting time. -
Confult life's filent clock, thy bounding vein;
Seems it to say-" Health here has long to reign?"
Haft thou the vigour of thy youth? an eye
That beams delight? an heart untaught to figh?
Yet fear. Youth, ofttimes healthful and at ease,
Anticipates a day it never sees;
And many a tomb, like HAMILTON's, aloud
Exclaims, "Prepare thee for an early fhroud."
HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue,
Nor fwifter greyhound follow,
Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew,
Nor e'er heard huntsman's hallo',
Old Tiney, furlieft of his kind,
Who, nurfed with tender care,
And to domeftic bounds confined,
Was ftill a wild Jack-hare.
Though duly from my hand he took
His pittance every night,
He did it with a jealous look,
And, when he could, would bite.
His diet was of wheaten bread
And milk, and oats, and straw;
Thiftles, or lettuces inftead,
With fand to fcour his maw.
On twigs of hawthorn he regaled,
On pippins' ruffet peel,
And, when his juicy falads failed,
Sliced carrot pleased him well.
A Turkey carpet was his lawn,
Whereon he loved to bound,
To skip and gambol like a fawn,
And swing his rump around.
His frifking was at evening hours,
For then he loft his fear,
But most before approaching showers,
Or when a ftorm drew near.
Eight years and five round-rolling moons
He thus faw fteal away,
Dozing out all his idle noons,
And every night at play.
I kept him for his humour' fake,
For he would oft beguile
My heart of thoughts that made it ache,
And force me to a smile.
But now beneath his walnut fhade
He finds his long last home, And waits, în fnug concealment laid, Till gentler Pufs fhall come.
He, ftill more aged, feels the fhocks,
From which no care can save,
And, partner once of Tiney's box,
Muft foon partake his grave.
Hic etiam jacet,
Qui totum novennium vixit,
Sifte paulifper,
Qui præteriturus es,
Et tecum fic reputa-
Nunc neque canis venaticus,
Nec plumbum miffile,
Nec laqueus,
Nec imbres nimii,
Confecêre
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