Old Tiney, surliest of his kind, Though duly from my hand he took His diet was of wheaten bread, With sand to scour his maw. On twigs of hawthorn he regaled, A Turkey carpet was his lawn, His frisking was at evening hours, But most before approaching showers, Eight years and five round rolling moons And every night at play. I kept him for his humour's sake, My heart of thoughts that made it ache, But now beneath his walnut shade He finds his long last home, And waits, in snug concealment laid, He, still more aged, feels the shocks, EPITAPHIUM ALTERUM. Hic etiam jacet, Qui totum novennium vixit Puss. Qui præteriturus es, Nec imbres nimii, Confecere: Tamen mortuus est- STANZA S. ON THE FIRST PUBLICATION OF SIR CHARLES GRANDISON, IN 1753. To rescue from the tyrant's sword Th' oppressed;-unseen and unimplored, To cheer the face of wo; From lawless insult to defend An orphan's right— a fallen friend, These, these distinguish from the crowd, The guardians of mankind; Whose bosoms with these virtues heave Then ask ye, from what cause on earth Full on that favoured breast they shine, Such is that heart :-but while the Muse She cannot reach, and would not wrong, ADDRESS TO MISS. ON READING THE PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE. AND dwells there in a female heart, Dwells there a wish in such a breast Its nature to forego, To smother in ignoble rest At once both bliss and wo. Far be the thought, and far the strain, Come then, fair maid, (in nature wise) From generous sympathy what joys In justice to the various powers With lenient balm, may Ob'ron hence With every herb that blunts the sense "Oh! if my Sovereign Author please, 'Each tender tie of life defied Some alpine mountain, wrapt in snow In vain warm suns their influence shed He rears, unchanged, his barren head, What though in scaly armour drest, The shafts of wo-in such a breast "Tis woven in the world's great plan, "I'is nature bids, and whilst the laws Our self-approving bosom draws Thus grief itself has comforts dear, The sordid never know; And ecstacy attends the tear, When virtue bids it flow. For, when it streams from that pure source, To check, or alter from its course Peace to the phlegm of sullen elves, Let no low thought suggest the prayer Sweet Sensibility. Where'er the heavenly nymph is seen, A train, attendant on their queen, The jocund Loves in Hymen's band, And generous Friendship hand in hand With Pity's watery sight. The gentler virtues too are joined. The soft relations, which, combined, |