The DROPSICAL MAN. By Mr. W. TAYLOR. JOLLY, brave toper, who cou'd not forbear A Tho' his life was in danger, old port and stale beer, Gave the doctors the hearing-but still wou'd drink on, Tom, fee by what courses I've shorten'd my life, That 'tis working for death to drink hard in one's youth. thro'. Th' operation is painful, and hazardous too, } PARADISE PARADISE REGAIN'D. By H. T. I. EEK not for Paradife with curious eye SEEK In Afiatic climes, where Tigris' wave, Mix'd with Euphrates in tumultuous joy, Doth the broad plains of Babylonia lave. 'Tis II. gone with all its charms; and like a dream, Like Babylon itself, is fwept away; Bestow one tear upon the mournful theme, But let it not thy gentle heart dismay. For know where-ever love and virtue guide, Behold that grove, whofé waving boughs admit, A moving profpect with fat herds replete, V. There, √. There, thro' the fpiry grafs where glides the brook, Philander and Cleora, happy pair, Taste the cool breezes of the gentle wind; Their breafts from guilt, their looks are free from care, Sure index of a calm contented mind. VII. "Tis here in virtuous lore the ftudious fair Informs her babes, nor fcorns herself t' improve, While in his fmile fhe lives, whose pleafing care Difpenfes knowledge from the lips of love. VIII. No wild defires can fpread their poifon here, Here oft in pleafing folitude they rove, Recounting o'er the deeds of former days; With inward joy their well-spent time approve, And feel a recompence beyond all praise. X. Or in sweet converse thro' the grove, or near The fountain's brink, or where the arbour's fhade Beats back the heat, fair Virtue's voice they hear, More mufical by fweet digreffions made. XI. With calm dependence ev'ry good they taste, But deal forth bleffings round their happy feat. "Tis to fuch virtue, that the pow'r fupreme Ere yet the fad effects of foolish pride, For fuch the Spring, in richeft mantle clad, XV. year. Such Summer tempts, in golden beams array'd, To meditate beneath the cooling fhade Their happy ftate, and whence their bleffings flow. XVI. E'en rugged Winter varies but their joy, Painting the cheek with fresh vermilion-hue; And thofe rough frosts which softer frames annoy With vig'rous health their flack'ning nerves renew. XVII. From the dark bofom of the dappled Morn Or the pale moon rides thro' the spangled night. The varying scenes in ev'ry virtuous foul Each pleafing change with various pleasures blefs, Raife cheerful hopes, and anxious fears controul, And form a Paradise of inward peace. HO' ftrength of genius, by experience taught, TH Tives three to found the HOR. Gives thee to found the depth of human thought, To trace the various workings of the mind, And rule the secret springs that rule mankind; I For |