She, strict avenger, brings to light
Your crimes conceal'd in darkest night;
As conscience, to her trust most true,
Shall judge between th' oppress'd and you.
This casket shows, ye wretched train,
How often merit su'd in vain.

See, there, undry'd, the widow's tears:
See, there, unsooth'd the orphan's fears:
Yet, look, what mighty sums appear,
The vile profusion of the year.

Couldst thou not, impious Greatness, give
The smallest alms that want might live?
And yet, how many a large repast,
Pall'd the rich glutton's sickly taste!
One table's vain intemp❜rate load,
With ambush, death, and sickness strow'd,
Had blest the cottage peaceful shade,
And given its children health and bread:
The rustic sire, and faithful spouse,

With each dear pledge of honest vows,
Had, at the sober-tasted meal,
Repeated oft the grateful tale;

Had hymn'd, in native language free,

The song of thanks to Heaven and thee;
A music that the Great ne'er hear,

Yet sweeter to th' internal ear,

Than any soft seducing note

E'er thrill'd from Farinelli's throat.

Let's still search on- -This bundle's large. What's here? 'Tis Science' plaintive charge.

Hear Wisdom's philosophic sigh
(Neglected all her treasures lie),
That none her secret haunts explore,
To learn what Plato taught before;
Her sons seduc'd to turn their parts
To flattery's more thriving arts;
Refine their better sense away,
And join corruption's flag, for pay.
See his reward the gamester share,
Who painted moral virtue fair,
Inspir'd the minds of generous youth
To love the simple mistress Truth;
The patient path distinctly show'd,
That Rome and Greece to glory trode;
That self-applause is noblest fame,
And Kings may greatness link to shame,
While honesty is no disgrace,

And peace can smile without a place.
Hear too Astronomy repine,

Who taught unnumber'd worlds to shine;

Who travels boundless aether thro'
And brings the distant orbs to view.
Can she her broken glass repair,
Tho' Av'rice has her all to spare?
What mighty secrets had been found,
Could Virtue but have stole five pound?
Yet see where, given to wealth and pride,
A bulky pension lies beside.

Avaunt then, Riches! no delay;
I spurn th' ignoble heaps away.

What tho' your charms can purchase all
The giddy honours of this ball;
Make natures germans all divide,
And haughty peers renounce their pride;
Can buy proud Celia's sordid smile,
Or, ripe for fate, this destin'd isle;
Tho' Greatness condescend to pray,
Will time indulge one hour's delay,
Or give the wretch, intent on pelf,
One moment's credit with himself?
Virtue, that true from false discerns,
The vulgar courtly phrase unlearns,
Superior far to Fortune's frown,
Bestows alone the stable crown,

The wreath from honour's root that springs,

That fades upon the brows of Kings.

ΤΟ

CUPID

ON VALENTINE'S DAY.

BY MR. PARROT.

COME, thou rosy-dimpled boy,
Source of every heart-felt joy,
Leave the blissful bow'rs awhile,
Paphos and the Cyprian isle :
Visit Britain's rocky shore,
Britons too thy pow'r adore;
Britons hardy, bold, and free,
Own thy laws, and yield to thee.
Source of every heart-felt joy,
Come, thou rosy-dimpled boy.

Haste to Sylvia, haste away:
This is thine, and Hymen's day.
Bid her thy soft bondage wear,
Bid her for Love's rites prepare.
Let the nymphs with many a flower
Deck the sacred nuptial bower.

Thither lead the lovely Fair ;
And let Hymen too be there.
This is thine, and Hymen's day:
Haste to Sylvia, haste away.

Only while we love, we live ;
Love alone can pleasure give.
Pomp and power, and tinsel state,
Those false pageants of the great,
Crowns and sceptres, envied things,
And the pride of Eastern kings,
Are but childish empty toys,

When compar'd to Love's sweet joys.
Love alone can pleasure give:
Only while we love, we live.