So barren sands imbibe the show'r, The man I trust, if shy to me, These samples for alas! at last Pursue the search, and you will find To be at least expedient, And, after summing all the rest, The noblest Friendship ever shown Have not, it seems, discern'd it. O Friendship, if my soul forego Thy dear delights while here below; May I myself at last appear On a mischievous Bull, which the Owner of him sold at the Author's instance. GO-Thou art all unfit to share The pleasures of this place With such as its old tenants are, Creatures of gentler race. The squirrel here his hoard provides, The sheep here smooths the knotted thorn With frictions of her fleece; And here I wander eve and morn, Like her, a friend to peace. Ah!-I could pity thee exil'd But thou canst taste no calm delight; Thy magnanimity in fight, Thy prowess-therefore go I care not whether east or north, So I no more may find thee; The angry muse thus sings thee forth, And claps the gate behind thee. ANNUS MEMORABILIS, 1789. Written in Commemoration of his majesty's happy Recovery. I RANSACK'D, for a theme of song, Of trophied helmets, spears, and shields, Through tomes of fable and of dream Bu none I found, or found them shar'd To modern times, with Truth to guide But rests on none, till that be found, |