'Tis judgment shakes him; there's the fear, Pay! - follow Chrift, and all is paid; And calm defcend to yours. ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, FOR THE YEAR 1793. De sacris autem hæc sit una sententia, ut conserventur. CIC. DE LEG. But let us all concur in this one fentiment, that things facred be inviolate. He lives who lives to God alone, And all are dead befide; For other fource than God is none To live to God is to requite His love as beft we may: To make his precepts our delight, His promises our stay, But life, within a narrow ring Is falfely named, and no fuch thing, Can life in them deferve the name, Who only live to prove For what poor toys they can disclaim An endless life above? Who, much diseased, yet nothing feel; Much menaced, nothing dread; Have wounds, which only God can heal, Yet never afk his aid? Who deem his house an useless place, Faith, want of common sense; And ardour in the Chriftian race, A hypocrite's pretence? Who trample order; and the day, If fcorn of God's commands, impreffed The better part of man, unbleffed Such want it, and that want uncured Sad period to a pleasant course! Yet fo will God repay Sabbaths profaned without remorse, And mercy caft away. INSCRIPTION FOR THE TOMB OF Mr. HAMILTON. PAUSE here, and think: a monitory rhime Confult life's filent clock, thy bounding vein; And many a tomb, like HAMILTON's, aloud EPITAPH ON A HARE. HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Old Tiney, furlieft of his kind, Who, nurfed with tender care, And to domeftic bounds confined, Was ftill a wild Jack-hare. Though duly from my hand he took His pittance every night, He did it with a jealous look, And, when he could, would bite. His diet was of wheaten bread And milk, and oats, and ftraw i Thiftles, or lettuces inftead, With fand to fcour his maw. |