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Must be decided by the worth
Trifles pursu'd, whate'er th' event, Must cause him shame or discontent;
A vicious object still is worse,
But he, whom ev'n in life's last stage Endeavours laudable
engage, Is paid, at least in peace of mind, And sense of having well design'd; And if, ere he attain his end, His sun precipitate descend, A brighter prize than that he meant Shall recompense his mere intent. No virtuous wish can bear a date
Either too early or too late,
THE FAITHFUL FRIEND.
The green-house is my
summer seat; My shrubs displac'd from that retreat
Enjoy'd the open air;
Liv'd happy pris’ners there:
They sang, as bliche as finches sing
And frolic where they list;
And, therefore, never miss’d.
But nature works in ev'ry breast;
And Dick felt some desires,
Which, after many an effort vain,
A pass between his wires.
The open windows seem'd to invite
But Tom was still confin'd;
And Dick, although his way was clear, Was much too gen'rous and sincere
To leave his friend behind.
For, settling on his grated roof;
That he desir'd no more; Nor would forsake his cage at last, 'Till gently seiz'd, I shut him fast,
A pris’ner as before.
Oh ye, who never knew the joys
Fandango, ball and rout!
Blush, when I tell you how a bird,
To liberty without.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
I SHALL not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau*,
* It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher, that all fab!cs which ascribe reason and speech to animals should be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of his senses
It chanc'd then, on a winter's day,
and wisdom than the most,
My friends! be cautious how ye treat
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control, With golden wing and satin pole,