But 'tis not timber, lead, and ftone, To finish a fine building The palace were but half complete, If he could poffibly forget The carving and the gilding. The man that hails you Tom or Jack, Is fuch a friend, that one had need To pardon or to bear it. As fimilarity of mind, Or fomething not to be defined, Firft fixes our attention; So manners decent and polite, The fame we practised at first fight, Some act upon this prudent plan, So barren fands imbibe the shower, The man I truft, if shy to me, Shall find me as referved he, These famples-for alas! at laft Pursue the fearch, and you will find A principal ingredient. The nobleft Friendship ever fhewn Though fome have turned and turned it; Oh Friendship! if my foul forego Thy dear delights while here below; Pale death with equal foot ftrikes wide the door WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run All thefe, life's rambling journey done, Was man (frail always) made more frail Did famine or did plague prevail, That so much death appears? No; these were vigorous as their fires, Like crowded foreft-trees we ftand, Green as the bay-tree, ever green, The gay, the thoughtless, I have seen, Read, ye that run, the folemn truth, A worm is in the bud of youth, No prefent health can health insure For yet an hour to come; No medicine, though it often cure, VOL. II. |