II. Thus thy praise fhall be exprefl, Inoffenfive, welcome guest ! While the rat is on the scout, And the mouse with curious fnout, With what vermin elfe infeft Every dish and spoil the beft; Frifking thus before the fire, Thou haft all thine heart's defire. III. Though in voice and fhape they be Form'd as if akin to thee, Thou furpaffeft, happier far, Happieft grasshoppers that are, Theirs is but a fummer's fong, IV. Neither VI. Neither night nor dawn of day, Sing then-and extend thy fpan Far beyond the date of man- Lives not, aged though he be, Half a span compar'd with thee. IV. THE PARRO T. I. IN painted plumes fuperbly dreft, A native of the gorgeous eaft, By many a billow toft; Poll gains at length the British fhore, Part of the captain's precious ftore, A present to his toast. II. Belinda's maids are foon preferr'd To teach him now and then a word, As Poll can master it; But 'tis her own important charge To qualify him more at large, And make him quite a wit. III. Sweet Poll! his doating miftrefs cries, Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies, And calls aloud for fack, She next inftructs him in the kifs, 'Tis now a little one like Mifs, And now a hearty fack. IV. At first he aims at what he hears And liftening clofe with both his ears, Juft catches at the found; But foon articulates aloud, Much to th' amufement of the crowd, And ftuns the neighbours round. V. A querulous old woman's voice He scolds and gives the lie; And now he fings, and now is fick, Here Sally, Sufan, come, come quick, Poor Poll is like to die. VI. Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare To meet with fuch a well-match'd pair, The language and the tone, Each character in every part Sustain❜d with so much grace and art, And both in unifon, VII. When children first begin to fpell And ftammer out a fyllable, We think them tedious creatures; But difficulties foon abate, When birds are to be taught to prate, And women are the teachers. Written in a Time of Affliction. I. OH happy fhades! to me unblest, How ill the scene that offers rest, And heart that cannot reft, agree! II. This glaffy stream, that spreading pine, But fixt unalterable care III. Foregoes not what fhe feels within, Shows the fame sadness ev'ry where, And slights the season and the scene. For |