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ON THE PROMOTION OF
EDWARD THURLOW, Esq.,
TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.
Round Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
And Genius shed his rays.
The experienc'd and the sage,
With all the skill of age !
Discernment, eloquence, and grace
Proclaim him born to sway The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.
The praise bestow'd was just and wise ;
He sprang impetuous forth, Secure of conquest, where the prize
Attends superior worth.
ODE TO PEACE.
Come, peace of mind, delightful guest!
Once more in this sad heart:
We therefore need not part.
Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
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,
Whate'er I lov'd before ;
Farewell! we meet no more?
WEAK and irresolute is man ;
The purpose of to day, Woven with pains into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.
The bow well bent, and smart spring,
Vice seems already slain ;
And it revives again.
Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part; irtue engages bis assent, But Pleasure wins his heart.
'Tis here the folly of the wise
Through all his art we view; And while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns it true. Vol. XXXVI.