THE PINEAPPLE AND THE BEE. THE pineapples, in triple row, Were basking hot, and all in blow; While Cynthio ogles, as she passes, The nymph between two chariot glasses, The silly unsuccessful bee. The maid, who views with pensive air VOL. XXXVI. A a Like thine, her appetite is keen, Our dear delights are often such, HORACE, BOOK II. ODE X. I. RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach, II. He, that holds fast the golden mean, The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbitt'ring all his state. III. The tallest pines feel most the pow'r And spread the ruin round. IV. The well inform'd philosopher If Winter bellow from the north, Soon the sweet Spring comes dancing forth, And Nature laughs again. V. What if thine Heav'n be overcast, The God, that strings the silver bow, VI. If hindrances obstruct thy way, And let thy strength be seen; A Reflection on the foregoing Ode. AND is this all? Can Reason do no more, Than bid me shun the deep, and dread the shore? The Christian has an art unknown to thee. A a 2 |