Say, who of all the fair is form'd to move Take ev'ry knowledge in of ev'ry kind : Be ever rifing, rife thou ne'er fo high. Not felf-fecure on earth can Knowledge dwell, Alike Alike the inftrument of good and evil, On SHAKESPEAR'S Monument at Stratford G upon Avon. By the Same. Reat HOMER's birth fev'n rival cities claim, Too mighty fuch monopoly of Fame; Yet not to birth alone did HOMER Owe His wond'rous worth; what EGYPT could bestow, Nor yet unrival'd the MAONIAN ftrain, a The British Eagle, and the Mantuan Swan Tow'r equal heights. But happier STRATFORD, thou Thy Bard was thine unfchool'd, and from thee brought Not HOMER's felf fuch matchlefs honours won ; The Greek has Rivals, but thy SHAKESPEAR none. a Milton. A SONG. A SON G. By the Same. W I. HEN fair SERENA firft I knew, L By friendship's happy union charm'd ; Inceffant joys around her flew, And gentle fimiles my II. bofom warm'd. But when with fond officious care, I prefs'd to breathe my amorous pain, Her lips spoke nought but cold despair, Her eyes fhot ice through ev'ry vein. III. Thus in ITALIA's lovely vales The fun his genial vigour yields, Reviving heat each fenfe regales, And plenty crowns the fmiling fields. When nearer we approach his ray, High on the Alps' ftupendous brow, Surpriz'd we fee pale fun-beams play On everlasting hills of fnow. CHISWICK. CHIS WIC K. TH By the Same. HE potent Lord, that this bright villa plann'd, Whate'er of Verdure have Hills, Lawns, or Woods, All with fuch harmony difpos'd, as fhews, TH At length hath heal'd my love-fick heart, I feel no tyrant's proud controul, I feel no inmate in my But peace and liberty. No In dreams I ev'ry trifle fee, I wake, nor think about thee: I think, hear, talk about thy charms, And when my favour'd rival's near His triumphs never teaze me. Put on thy looks of cold difdain, Nor frowns nor fmiles can move. Those lips no more have words that bind, The path that leads to love. Seafons, |