In a wretched workhouse the contrary prevails : tales. In a costly palace if the child with a pin Do but chance to prick a finger, straight the doctor is called in; In a wretched workhouse men are left to perish For want of proper cordials, which their old age might cherish. In a costly palace Youth enjoys his lust; In a wretched workhouse Age, in corners thrust, too. In a costly palace Youth his temples hides With a new-devised peruke that reaches to his sides; In peace, as in war, 'tis our young gallant's pride, HYPOCHONDRIACUS. By myself walking, Black thoughts continually So in like fashions Follow and haunt me, Fierce Anthropophagi, What scared St. Antony, Jesu! Maria! liberate nos ab his diris tentationibus Inimici. A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO. MAY the Babylonish curse If I can a passage see Or a fit expression find, Or a language to my mind, (Still the phrase is wide or scant,) To take leave of thee, GREAT PLANT! Or in any terms relate Half my love, or half my hate : For I hate, yet love thee so, That, whichever thing I show, The plain truth will seem to be, And the passion to proceed More from a mistress than a weed. Sooty retainer to the vine, 'Gainst women: thou thy siege dost lay Much too in the female way, While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath Thou in such a cloud dost bind us That our worst foes cannot find us, And ill-fortune, that would thwart us, Shoots at rovers, shooting at us; While each man, through thy height'ning steam Does like a smoking Etna seem, And all about us does express (Fancy and wit in richest dress) A Sicilian fruitfulness. Thou through such a mist dost show us, Bacchus we know, and we allow As the false Egyptian spell Aped the true Hebrew miracle? When from thy cheerful eyes a ray TO CHARLES LLOYD, AN UNEXPECTED VISITER. ALONE, obscure, without a friend, Why seeks my Lloyd the stranger out? Of social scenes, homebred delights, In brief oblivion to forego Friends, such as thine, so justly dear, For this a gleam of random joy Oh! sweet are all the muses' lays, And sweet the charm of matin bird; 'Twas long since these estranged ears The sweeter voice of friend had heard. The voice hath spoke: the pleasant sounds Shall live, to sometimes rouse a tear, For, when the transient charm is fled, To cheerless, friendless solitude When I return as heretofore, |