"HEN the Cock crew, he wept"---Smote by that Eye, Which looks on me, on All: That Pow'r, who bide This Midnight Centinel with Clarion fhrill, Emblem of that which fhall awake the Dead, Rouze Souls from Slumber, into Thoughts of Heaven. Shall I too weep? Where then is Fortitude? And Fortitude abandon'd, where is Man? I know the terms on which he fees the Light; He that is born, is lifted: Life is War; Eternal War with Woe: who bears it best, Deferves it least.-----On other Themes I'll dwell. 1 drous Price, Death, Friendship, and Philander's final Scene. Themes meet for man! and meet at ev'ry hour, And prone to weep; profufe of dewy tears So could I touch these Themes, as might obtain Thine Ear; nor leave thy Heart quite difengag'd, The good Deed would delight me; half-impress On my dark Cloud an Iris; and from Grief, Call Glory.--- Doft thou mourn Philander's fate? I I know I know thou fay'ft it, fays thy Life the fame ? He mourns the Dead, who lives as they defire. Where is that Thrift, that Avarice of TIM E, (O glorious Avarice!) thought of Death infpires, As rumour'd robberies endear our Gold? O Time! than Gold more facred; more a Load Than Lead, to Fools; and Fools reputed Wife. What Moment granted Man without account? What rears are fquander'd, Wisdom's debt unpaid? Our Wealth in Days all due to that discharge. Hafte, hafte, He lies in wait, He's at the door, Infidious Death! fhould his ftrong hand arreft, No compofition sets the Prisoner free. Faft binds; and Vengeance claims the full Arrear. How late I fhudder'd on the brink? how late Life call'd for her laft Refuge in Despair? That Time is mine, O Mead! to Thee I owe; Fain would I pay thee with Eternity: But ill my Genius anfwers my Defire, My fickly Song is mortal, past thy Cure. For what calls thy Disease Lorenzo ? not No Moment, but in Purchase of its worth:. With holy Hope of nobler Time to come : Is this our Duty, Wisdom, Glory, Gain? (Thefe Heaven benign in vital Union binds) And And sport we like the Natives of the Bough, Her Foes in Arms, Eternity the Prize? (As Lands, and Cities with their glitt'ring Spires, |