While the rat is on the fcout, And the mouse with curious fnout,. Thou haft all thine heart's defire 1 Though in voice and shape they be IV. Neither night nor dawn of day, Puts a period to thy play, Wretched man, whofe years are spent In repining difcontent; Lives not, aged though he be, IV. THE H 1 IV. THE PARRO T. I. IN painted plumes fuperbly dreft, Poll gains at length the Britifh fhore, II. Belinda's maids are foon preferr'd To teach him now and then a word, But 'tis her own important charge To qualify him more at large, And make him quite a wit.. III. Sweet Poll his doating mistress cries, She next inftructs him in the kifs, And now a hearty smack. IV. At first he aims at what he hears And liftening clofe with both his cars, Just catches at the found;. But foon articulates aloud, Much to th' amufement of the crowd, V.. A querulous old woman's voice VI.. Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare To meet with fuch a well-match'd pair, The language and the tone, Each character in every part Suftain'd with fo much grace and art,, J VII. When VII. When children. first begin to spell We think them tedious creatures; When birds are to be taught to prate,, THE SHRUBBER Y. Written in a Time of Affliction.. I. OH happy shades! to me unbleft,. II. This glaffy ftream, that spreading pine, III: But But fixt unalterable care III. Foregoes not what the feels within, Shows the fame fadnefs ev'ry where, And flights the feafon and the scene. IV. For all that pleas'd in wood or lawn, Has loft its beauties and its pow'rs. V. The faint or moralift fhould tread They feek like me the fecret fhade, VI. Me fruitful fcenes and profpects waste, THE |