So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop; Hence jarring fectaries may learn, Their real int'reft to difcern; That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other, But fing and shine by fweet confent, The gifts of nature and of grace. Those chriftians beft deserve the name Who ftudiously make peace their aim; VOTU M. O matutini rores, auræque falubres, Graminei colles, et amænæ in vallibus umbræ ! Delicias, procul arte, procul formidine novi, Quam vellem ignotus, quod mens mea semper avebat, Ante larem proprium placidam expectare senectam, Tum Tum demùm exactis non infeliciter annis, Sortiri tacitum lapidem, aut fub cefpite condi! On a GOLDFINCH starved to Death in his Cage. I.. TIME was when I was free as air, The thistles downy feed my fare, My drink the morning dew; I perch'd at will on ev'ry spray, My strains for ever new. II. But gawdy plumage, fprightly ftrain, And form genteel were all in vain And of a tranfient date, For caught and cag'd and starv'd to death, In dying fighs my little breath Soon pafs'd the wiry grate. Thanks, gentle fwain, for all my woes, And thanks for this effectual clofe And cure of ev'ry ill! More cruelty could none express, And I, if you had fhewn me lefs Had been your pris'ner ftill. The PINE APPLE and the BEE. THE pine apples in triple row, To ev'ry pane his trunk applied, But But still in vain, the frame was tight And only pervious to the light. Thus having wafted half the day, He trimm'd his flight another way. The fin and madness of mankind; Folly the fpring of his purfuit, And disappointment all the fruit. While Cynthio ogles as fhe paffes She is the pine apple, and he The filly unfuccefsful bee. The maid who views with pensive air Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets, Like thine, her appetite is keen, But ah the cruel glass between ! Our |