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• Tho' large the foreft's Monarch throws
• His army shade, - Yet green the juicy Hawthorn grows,
• Adown the glade.
Then, never murmur nor repine ; Strive in thy humble sphere to shine ;
. And trust me, not Potosi's mine,
• Nor King's regard, Can give a bliss o’ermatching thine,
A rustic Bard.
• To give my counsels all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan;
• Preserve the dignity of Man,
With Soul erect;
* And trust, the Universal Plan
Will all protect.
? And wear thou this'-she folemn said, And bound the Holly round my head : The polish'd leaves, and berries red,
Did ruftling play ; And, like a passing thought, she fed
In light away.
My Son, tbese maxims make a rule,
And lump them ay tbegitber ;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wife anitber:
May bae some piles o' caff in ;
So ne'er a fellow-creature sligbt
For random fits o' daffin.
SOLOMON-Ecclef. ch. vii. verf. 16.
O YE wha are fae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and fae holy,
Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your Neebours' fauts and folly! Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill,
Supply'd wi' store o' water, The heaped happer's ebbing still,
And still the clap plays clatter.
HEAR me, ye venerable Core,
As counsel for poor mortals,
That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door
For glaikit Folly's portals;
Would here propone defences,
Their failings and mischances,
YE see your state wi' their's compare
And shudder at the niffer,
But cast a moment's fair regard
What maks the mighty differ;
Discount what scant occafion gave,
That purity ye pride in, And (what's aft mair than a' the lave)
Your better art o' hidingo
THINK, when your castigated pulse
Gies now and then a wallop,
That still eternal gallop:
Right on ye fcud your sea-way; But, in the teeth o' baith to fail,
It maks an unco leeway,