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, Had been your pris'ner ftill. The PINE APPLE and the BEE. THE pine apples in triple row, Urg'd his attempt on ev'ry fide, To ev'ry pane his trunk applied, But But still in vain, the frame was tight And only pervious to the light. Thus having wasted half the day, He trimm'd his flight another way. The fin and madness of mankind; Folly he 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 Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets, Like thine, her appetite is keen, But ah the cruel glass between! Our dear delights are often fuch, HORAC E. Book the 2d. ODE the 10th. I. RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths 1 teach, So fhalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverse fortunes pow'r; Nor always timorously creep, Along the treach'rous fhore. Не HORACE BOOK II. O D E. X: 333 II. He that holds fasts 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, III. The tallest pines feel moft the pow'r The bolts that fpare the mountain's fide, And spread the ruin round. IV. The well inform'd philofopher Rejoices with an wholesome fear, And hopes in spite 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 strings the filver bow, Awakes fometimes the mufes too, VI. If hindrances obftruct thy way, And let thy strength be feen; But oh! if Fortune fill thy fail Take half thy canvass in. A REFLECTION on the foregoing O D E. AND is this all? Can reafon do no more Than bid me fhun the deep and dread the shore? Sweet |