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Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free,
And pleasure's fatal wiles?
For whom, alas! dost thou prepare
The banquet of thy smiles?
The great, the gay, shall they partake The Heav'n that thou alone canst make?
And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed, To be a guest with them?
For thee I panted, thee I priz'd,
And shall I see thee start away,
But Passion rudely snaps the string,
Virtue engages his assent,
Bound on a voyage of awful length
But oars alone can ne'er prevail,
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heav'n must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
THE MODERN PATRIOT.
I only wish 'twould come
(As who knows but perhaps it may?)
I always held them in the right,
When lawless mobs insult the court,
Your house about your ears.
Such civil broils are my delight,
Who say the mob are mad outright,
SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE
THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.
Oн, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
So when a child, as playful children use, Has burnt to tinder a stale last year's news, The flame extinct, he views the roving fireThere goes my lady, and there goes the squire, There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk!