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So barren sands imbibe the show'r,
Unpleasant and ungrateful.
The man I trust, if shy to me,
No subterfuge or pleading
A spy on my proceeding.
These samples for alas! at last
Of evils yet unmention'd-
Pursue the search, and you will find
To be at least expedient,
A principal ingredient.
The noblest Friendship ever shown
Though some have turn'd and turn'd it;
Have not, it seems, discern'd it.
O Friendship, if my soul forego
To mortify and grieve me,
Or may my friend deceive me!
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,
Aware of wintry storms,
Of rugged oaks for worms.
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 exild
From this secure retreat-
The happiest of the great.
But thou canst taste no calm delight;
Thy pleasure is to show 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
I RANSACK’D, for a theme of song,
To modern times, with Truth to guide
Thus, as the bee, from bank to bow'r,