LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG MAN, WHO HAD DECLARED HIMSELF CONFIDENT THAT HE COULD ALWAYS ASCERTAIN THE FEELINGS OF THE HEART FROM THE EXPRESSION OF THE COUNTENANCE. DISCARD, my yet unpractis'd friend, Nor from the changeful mien pretend T' unmask hypocrisy and guile, Know man, alas! " can smile and smile, "And be a villain still !" If e'en, within thy youthful breast, No passions yet reside That Conscience e'er would wish represt→→ No thought that Virtue hide; Some secret sting thy heart may wound, That to th' observant crowd around No feature will reveal! Tt How lovely yonder Rose appears, And thus, ere long, my friend shall find, The face, his index of the mind, EPITAPH ON TWO UNFORTUNATE LOVERS. (See the Ballad of "Henry and Emma," in Mallet's Poems.) YE whom design or chance may lead Awhile to wander here, Attend; nor, as these lines you read, No tale they tell of fictious woe, Equal in every thing save wealth, But sordid parents interpos'd, The youth his eyes despairing clos'd- Their hapless fate, ye parents, hear, A virtuous flame repress. And ye whom youth and beauty fire, Unequal leagues to prove ; Learn to suppress each rash desire, Nor ruin court-for love! CELIA. CLASP'D in my arms as Celia laid, Abash'd, her head the nymph reclin'd,— “ And is it thus, too cruel fair, "You treat your faithful swain ?" I cried; "My passion spurn'd, and this my prayer, "Dictated by your charms, deny'd! "Farewell, ingrate! some other swain 66 'May strive that frozen breast to move; "A kinder nymph I'll seek to gain, "Whose heart shall yield me love for love!" Almost with thrilling joy distraught, THE DECEITFULNESS OF HOPE. OFT have divines and sages taught, Some bliss, thro' Fancy's optics view'd, As mortals frequently 'tis seen, "Long time I've led a weary life,” Cries Tom, with hope elated; "To Kate, my vixen of a wife, "By wedlock subjugated : "At length my liberty I gain, "Thank Fortune for the favour! "For Kate this night her bed has ta'en, "And all the world can't save her. |