No. These were vig'rous as their fires. Like crowded foreft-trees we stand, Green as the Bay-tree, ever green The Gay, the Thoughtless, I have seen, Read, ye that run ! the folemn truth With which I charge my page; A Worm is in the Bud of Youth, And at the Root of Age. No prefent Health can Health infure Forget an hour to come; No med'cine though it often cure, And, Oh! that humble as my Lot And fcorn'd as is my strain, These truths, though known, too much forgot, So prays your Clerk with all his heart, And ere he quits the pen, Begs you for once to take his part 1788. Quod adest, memento Componere æquus; cætera fluminis Ritu ferunter. Improve the prefent Hour, for all befide Is a mere Feather on a Torrent's Tide. HORACE. COULD I, from Heav'n infpir'd, as fure prefage To whom the rifing Year fhall prove his laft; As I can number in my punctual Page, And Item down the Victims of the past; How each would trembling wait the mournful Sheet, Time, then, would seem more precious than the Joys Then, doubtless, many a Trifter on the Brink Ah, felf-deceiv'd! Could I, prophetic, fay, Obferve the dappled Foresters, how light Had we their Wisdom, fhould we often warn'd, Sad wale! for which no after-thrift atones : Learn then, ye living! by the mouths be taught for you 1789. -Placidáq; ibi demum morte quievit. VIRG. There calm, at length, he breath'd his foul away. "OH moft delightful hour by man "Experienc'd here below, "The hour that terminates his fpan, "His folly, and his woe! "Worlds fhould not bribe me back to tread, "Again life's dreary waste, "To fee again my Day o'erspread "With all the gloomy Past. "My Home henceforth is in the skies, |