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Does it to Chloe's charms conduce,
THE FATHER AND JUPITER.
THE man to Jove his suit preferr'd;
A wife he takes. And now for heirs
Now, more solicitous he grew,
progeny thy care :
If Heaven approve, a Father's bless’d.”
The next to sudden honours grew;
Beauty with early bloom supplies
age she fades, each lover flies; Contemn'd, forlorn, she pines and dies.
When Jove the Father's grief survey'd, And heard him Heaven and Fate upbraid, Thus spoke the God :-"By outward show, 45 Men judge of happiness and woe: Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will ? Seek virtue; and, of that possest, To Providence resign the rest."
HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
Be wise to-day! 't is madness to defer :
themselves the compliment to think
They one day shall not drivel, and their pride
25 Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty, chides his infamous delay;
30 Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves, and re-resolves; then dies the same.
And why? because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves ! Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread: But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where pass'd the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, 40 The parted wave no furrow from the keel; So dies in human hearts the thought of death; Ev'n with the tender tear which nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER, AT
WOODSTOCK. SUCH was old Chaucer. Such the placid mien Of him who first with harmony inform'd The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe 5 He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life: through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world, With cunning hand portraying. Though perchance From Blenheim's towers, O stranger, thou art come, Glowing with Churchill's trophies; yet in vain 11 Dost thou applaud them, if thy breast be cold To him, this other hero; who, in times Dark and untaught, began with charming verse To tame the rudeness of his native land.
WHEN first the college-rolls receive his name,
young enthusiast quits his ease for fame;