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Contrast to figure, motion, life, and light,
Or, wouldst thou change the scene, and quit thy den,
Hardness of heart, and heaviness of head,
thorny bed; There may’st thou all thy bitterness unload,
There may'st thou croak, in concert with the toad. With thee the hollow howling winds shall join,
Nor shall the bittern her base throat deny ; The querulous frogs shall mix their dirge with thine,
Th' ear piercing hern, and plover screaming high, While million humming gnats fit oestrum shall supply.
Away-away-behold an hideous band,
Next Scandal's meagre shade,
A wither'd, time-deflower'd old maid,
Hypocrisy succeeds with saint-like look,
Then Vanity and Affectation nice-
As in short Gallic trips she minces by,
Starting Antipathy is in her eye,
To thee, Ill-nature, all the numerous group
VANITY OF WEALTH.
BY SAMUEL JOHNSON, LL. D.
No more, thus brooding o'er yon heap,
With Science tread the wondrous way,
Thus taste the feast by Nature spread, Ere Youth and all its joys are Aed; Come, taste with me the balm of life, Secure from pomp, and wealth, and strife. I boast, whate'er for man was meant, In health, and Stella, and content; And scorn! oh! let that scorn be thine! Mere things of clay, that dig the mine.
HAPPINESS OF A MODERATE FORTUNE,
FROM THE FRENCH OF MR. GRESSET.
Written in M DCC LX,
BY JOHN LANGHORNE, D.D.
O Goddess of the golden mean,
Whom still misjudging folly flies,
Thy only subjects are the wise.
See, foster'd in thy fav’ring shade,
Each tender bard of verse divine !
Had never form’d the tuneful line;