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Behind she hears the hunter's cries,
The Horse replied, “ Poor honest Puss,
She next the stately Bull implor'd:
The Goat remark'd her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye: “My back," says he, “may do
harm; The sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.”
The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd
She now the trotting Calf address'd,
“Shall I,” says he,“ of tender age,
2. TRUE LOVE.
3. THE FOX.
Whose mate hath left her side ;
Chase o'er the country wide.
Where cheat the weary pack ?
He never will come back.
4. SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK
All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,
The streamers waving in the wind, When black-ey'd Susan came aboard.
“Oh! where shall I my true-love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my
sweet William sails among the crew." William, who high upon the yard
Rock'd with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well known voice he heard,
He sigh’d and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing bands, And (quick as lightning) on the deck he stands.
So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast
And drops at once into her nest.
My vows shall ever true remain ;
We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. Believe not what the landmen
say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind. They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,
In every port a mistress find :
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy skin is ivory so white.
Let not my pretty Susan mourn;
William shall to his dear return.
the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread; No longer must she stay aboard :
They kiss'd, she sigh’d, he hung his head, Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land: “Adieu !” she cries : and wav'd her lily ballü.
1. ON HAPPINESS. O happiness! our being's end and aim ! Good, pleasure, ease, content, whate'er thy n.2o: That something still which prompts th' eternal sign, For which we bear to live, or dare to die; Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies, O’erlook’d, seen double, by the fool and wise: Plant of celestial seed! if dropt below, Say in what mortal soil thou deign'st to grow i Fair opening to some court's propitious shine, Or deep with diamonds in the flaming mine ? Twin’d with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield, Cr reap'd in iron harvests of the field ?
s ?—where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil : Fix'd to no spot is happiness sincere, 'Tis nowhere to be found, or every where : 'Tis never to be bought, but always free, And, fled from monarchs, St John! dwells with thee,
Ask of the learned the way! the learned are blind This bids to serve, and that to shun mankind : Some place the bliss in action, some in case, Those call it Pleasure, and Contentment these : Some, sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain : Some, swell’d to gods, confess e'en Virtue vain : Or indolent to each extreme they fall, To trust in every thing, or doubt of all.
Who thus define it, say they more or less Than this, that happiness is happiness ?
Take Nature's path, and mad opinion's leave : All states can reach it and all heads conceive : Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell : There needs but thinking right, and meaning weli; And, mourn our various portions as we please, Equal is common ase and common ease. Remember, man, " the Universal Cause Acts not by partial, but by general laws ;" And makes, what Happiness we justly call, Subsist not in the good of one, but all.
There's not a blessing individuals find,
Order is heaven's first law: and, this confest,
Fortune her gifts may variously dispose,
Know, all the good that individuals find,