ODES. CLASS THE SIXTH. ODE I. BY A LADY, On observing some white Hairs UPON THE HEAD OF HER HUSBAND. THOU to whose power reluctantly we bend, Why stamp thy seal on manhood's rosy prime ? Already twining 'mid my Thyrsis' hair, The snowy wreaths of age, the monuments of care. Thro' all her forms, tho' Nature own thy sway, Thyrsis shall view, unmov'd, thy potent reign. Secure to please, whilst goodness knows to charm, Fancy and taste delight, or sense and truth inform Vol. XVI. B Tyrant, when from that lip of crimson glow, Each smile that beams from that enchanting face— Then thro' her stores shall active memory rove, Still rule the conquer'd heart to life's remotest hour. |