VII. His ubi fedatus furor eft, petit utraque nympham, Qualem inter Veneres Anglia fola parit; Hanc penés imperium eft, nihil optant amplius, hujus Regnant in nitidis, et fine lite, genis. THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM. A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long And knew the glow-worm by his fpark; So, stooping down from hawthorn top, You would abhor to do me wrong, And found a fupper fomewhere elfe. Hence jarring fectaries may learn Their real int'reft to difcern; That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other; But fing and shine by fweet confent, Till life's poor tranfient night is spent, The gifts of nature and of grace. Those Chriftians best deserve the name Who ftudiously make peace their aim; Of him that creeps and him that flies. VOTU M. O matutini rores, auræque falubres, O nemora, et lætæ rivis felicibus herbæ, Ante larem proprium placidam expectare fenectam, Tum demùm, exactis non infeliciter annis, Sortiri tacitum lapidem, aut fub cefpite condi! ON A GOLDFINCH STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE. I. TIME was when I was free as air, The thistles downy feed my fare, My drink the morning dew; I perch'd at will on ev'ry spray, My form genteel, my plumage gay, My strains for ever new. But gaudy plumage, fprightly ftrain, And form genteel, were all in vain, And of a tranfient date; For, caught and cag'd, and ftarv'd to death, In dying fighs my little breath Soon pafs'd the wiry grate. III. Thanks, gentle fwain, for all my woes, And thanks for this effectual close And cure of ev'ry ill! More cruelty could none exprefs; And I, if you had shown me lefs, Had been your pris'ner still. THE PINE-APPLE AND THE BEE. THE pine-apples, in triple row, And fearch'd for crannies in the frame, Urg'd his attempt on ev'ry side, To ev'ry pane his trunk applied; 1 1 |