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WHAT! no way left to fhun th’ inglorious stage,
And save from infamy my sinking age !
Scarce half-alive, oppress’d with many a year,
What in the name of dotage drives me here?
A time there was, when glory was my guide,
Nor force nor fraud could turn my steps aside ;
Unaw'd by power, and unappal'd by fear,
With honest thrift I held


honour dear : But this vile hour disperses all my store, And all my hoard of honour is no more ; For ah ! too partial to my life's decline, Cæsar persuades, submission must be mine ;


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* This translation was first printed in one of our Author's earliest works, “ The Present State of Learning in Europe." 12mo. 1759; but was omitted in the second edition, which appeared in 17746

Him I obey, whom Heaven itself obeys,
Hopeless of pleasing, yet inclin’d to please.
Here then at once I welcome every shame,
And cancel at threescore a life of fame;
No more my titles shall my children tell,
The old buffoon will fit my name as well ;
This day beyond its term my fate extends,
For life is ended when our honour ends.




SECLUDED from domestic strife,
Jack Book-worm led a college life;
A fellowship at twenty-five,
Made him the happiest man alive ;
He drank his glass, and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.

Such pleasures, unallay'd with care, Could


accident impair? Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix Our swain arriv'd at thirty six ? O had the archer ne'er come down " To ravage in a country town! Or Flavia been content to ftop At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop.

O had

* This and the following Poem were published by Dr. Golda MITH in his Volume of Essays, which appeared in 1765

O had her eyes forgot to blaze !
Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze.
0!But let exclamation cease,
Her presence banish'd all his peace.
So with decorum all things carry’d;
Miss frown'd, and blush'd, and then was--married.

Need we expose to vulgar fight
The raptures of the bridal night ?
Need we intrude on hallow'd ground,
Or draw the curtains clos'd around ?
Let it suffice, that each had charms;
He clasp'd a goddess in his arms ;
And, though she felt his usage rough,
Yet in a man 'twas well enough.


The honey-moon like lightning flew,
The second brought its transports too.
A third, a fourth, were not amiss,
The fifth was friendship mix'd with bliss :
But, when a twelvemonth pass’d away,

Jack found his goddess made of clay;
Found half the charms that deck'd her face
Arose from powder, fhreds, or lace ;
But still the worst remain'd behind,

face had robb'd her mind.

Skill'd in no other arts was fhe, But dresting, patching, repartee ;


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