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But still in vain, the frame was tight,

And only pervious to the light;

Thus having wafted half the day,

He trimm'd his flight another way.
Methinks, I faid, in thee I find

The fin and madness of mankind.
To joys forbidden man aspires,
Confumes his foul with vain desires ;

Folly the fpring of his purfuit,

And disappointment all the fruit.

While Cynthio ogles as fhe paffes

The nymph between two chariot glaffes,

She is the pine-apple, and he

The filly unsuccessful bee.

The maid, who views with penfive air
The fhow-glafs fraught with glitt'ring ware,

Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets,
But fighs at thought of empty pockets;

Like thine, her appetite is keen,

But ah, the cruel glass between!

Our dear delights are often fuch,
Expos'd to view, but not to touch:
The fight our foolish heart inflames,
We long for pine-apples in frames :

With hopeless wish one looks and lingers ;
One breaks the glass, and cuts his fingers;
But they whom truth and wisdom lead,
Can gather honey from a weed.

HORACE. Book the 2d. ODE the 10th.

I.

RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach,

So fhalt thou live beyond the reach

Of adverse Fortune's pow'r ;

Not always tempt the diftant deep,

Nor always timorously creep

Along the treach'rous fhore.

II.

He, that holds faft the golden mean,

And lives contentedly between

The little and the great,

Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,

Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbitt'ring all his ftate.

III.

The tallest pines feel moft the pow'r

Of wintry blafts; the loftieft tow'r
Comes heaviest to the ground;

The bolts, that fpare the mountain's fide,
His cloud-capt eminence divide,

And spread the ruin round.

IV.

The well inform'd philofopher
Rejoices with an whole fome fear,

And hopes, in fpite of pain;

If winter bellow from the north,

Soon the sweet spring comes dancing forth,

And nature laughs again.

V.

What if thine heav'n be overcast,

The dark appearance will not laft;

Expect a brighter sky.

The God that ftrings the filver bow

Awakes fometimes the muses too,
And lays his arrows by.

VI.

If hindrances obstruct thy way,
Thy magnanimity display,

And let thy ftrength be seen;
But oh! if Fortune fill thy fail
With more than a propitious gale,
Take half thy canvass in.

A REFLECTION

ON THE FOREGOING ODE.

AND is this all? Can reafon do no more

Than bid me fhun the deep and dread the fhore?

Sweet moralift! afloat on life's rough fea,
The Chriftian has an art unknown to thee:
He holds no parley with unmanly fears;
Where duty bids he confidently fteers,

Faces a thousand dangers at her call,
And, trusting in his God, furmounts them all.

TRANSLATIONS FROM VINCENT BOURNE.

I. THE GLOW-WORM.

I.

BENEATH the hedge, or near the stream,

A worm is known to stray;

That shows by night a lucid beam,

Which disappears by day.

II.

Difputes have been, and still prevail,
From whence his rays proceed;

Some give that honour to his tail,

And others to his head.

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