VI. Me fruitful scenes and prospects waste And those of sorrows yet to come. THE WINTER NOSEGAY. I. WHAT nature, alas! has denied To the delicate growth of our isle, Art has in a measure supplied, And winter is deck'd with a smile. See, Mary, what beauties I bring From the shelter of that funny fhed, Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring, Though abroad they are frozen and dead. II. 'Tis a bow'r of Arcadian sweets, Where Flora is still in her prime, A fortress, to which the retreats From the cruel affaults of the clime. While earth wears a mantle of fnow, See how they have safely furviv'd And the winter of forrow best shows MUTUAL FORBEARANCE NECESSARY TO THE HAPPINESS OF THE MARRIED STATE. THE lady thus addrefs'd her spouse- By no means large enough; and, was it, Those hangings, with their worn-out graces, They overwhelm me with the spleen! And shall expect him at the door You are fo deaf, the lady cried, (And rais'd her voice, and frown'd befide) You are fo fadly deaf, my dear, What fhall I do to make you hear? Well, I proteft 'tis past all bearingChild! I am rather hard of hearingYes, truly-one must scream and bawlI tell you, you can't hear at all! Then, with a voice exceeding low, No matter if you hear or no. Alas! and is domestic strife, That foreft ill of human life, The comfort of the wedded state; And tumult, and inteftine war. The love that cheers life's latest stage, Proof against fickness and old age, Preferv'd by virtue from declenfion, Becomes not weary of attention; But lives, when that exterior grace TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON. AN INVITATION INTO THE COUNTRY. I. THE fwallows in their torpid state Compose their uselets wing, And bees in hives as idly wait |