When I think of my own native land, Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea fowl is gone to her nest, And I to my cabin repair. There is mercy in ev'ry place, Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot. On the Promotion of EDWARD THURLOW, Efq. to the Lord High-Chancellorship of England. I. ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth, And in his fportive days, Fair science pour'd the light of truth, And genius fhed his rays. II. See with united wonder, cry'd With all the fkill of age. III. Difcernment, eloquence and grace, The balance in the highest place, IV. The praise bestow'd was just and wife, He sprang impetuous forth, Secure of conqueft where the prize V. So the best courfer on the plain ODE ODE TO PE A C E. I. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy nest Once more in this fad heart: Nor riches I, nor pow'r pursue, We therefore need not part. II. Where wilt thou dwell if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free, And pleafure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas! doft thou prepare The fweets that I was wont to share, III. The great, the gay, fhall they partake And wilt thou quit the ftream IV. For thee I panted, thee I priz'd, And fhall I fee thee start away, HUMAN FRAILTY. I. WEAK and irrefolute is man; II. The bow well bent and smart the spring, Vice feems already flain, But paffion rudely fnaps the ftring, 1 And it revives again. III. Some III. Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part, IV. 'Tis here the folly of the wife Through all his art we view, And while his tongue the charge denies, V. Bound on a voyage of great length A ftranger to fuperior ftrength, VI. But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the diftant coaft, The breath of heav'n must swell the fail, Or all the toil is loft. THE |