THE

RAMBLER.

VOLUME V.

Nullius addictus jurare in verba magiftri,
Quo me cunque rapit tempeftas deferor hofpes.

HOR.

EDINBURGH:

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MDCCLI.

Verfion of the MOTTOES.

No.

105. By various impulse led, and blind defire.

106. Time obliterates the glosses of prejudice, and confirms the judgment of nature.

Fate never gave more pow'rful documents

On what a frail foundation stand the proud. p. 10.

107. On themes alternate now the two recite : The Mufes in alternate themes delight.

Begin, and feize this minute as it flies.
He who prorogues fair Duty's happy hour,
Nor cultivates the moments in his pow'r,
Waits, like the clown, until the rolling tide
Run down; which glides, and fhall for ever glide.

109. Grateful the gift! a member to the state,

If you that member useful shall create;
Train'd both to war, and when the war shall ceafe,
As fond as fit t'improve the arts of peace.

For much it boots which way you train

The hopeful object of your future joy.

110. To us who feek the Lord of life alone,

your boy,

The clearest light, the freeeft grace is fhown.

No.

Through hope and faith a bless'd foretaste we find,
Of joys that leave the present joys behind:
In diff'rent channels, and of diff'rent cast,
Runs pleasure future, and the pleasure past.

111. The more hafte, the worse speed.

112. The peevish ftill is in alarms,

Each trifle fets the wretch in arms.

113. And have you wedded then, my friend, a wife? Say with what fury have you curs'd your life?

114.

O horrid to relate!

About man's life they never hesitate.

115. They're trifles, but what husbands cannot bear.

116. The ox would curvet, and the steed would plough.

117. On high Olympus they would Offa throw;
Here leafy Pelion, into Heaven to go.

How sweet to lye and hear th' inclement winds!
Or when the wintry fouth its waters pours,
Our flumbers by its aid t'indulge secure!

But nought's more joyous than to occupy
The lofty top of placid Learning's tow'rs,
Thence to look down, and all around behold
Poor devious mortals ask the
way of life!

118. How many thus unpity'd dye,

And in the depth of darkness lye!

119. Faults lay on either fide the Trojan tow'rs: So neither fex can fay, No fault is ours.

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120. To

No.

120. To Cyrus' throne Phraates rais'd,

Juft Virtue from the blefs'd debas'd:
Refining thus the people's choice,
She bid them not abuse their voice.

121. Avaunt, ye imitators, fervile herd!

122, I know not with what sweets the native foil Allures.

123. The early tincture never quits the cask ;- Or,

What is bred in the bone, will never out of the flesh. 124. To range in filence through each healthful wood, And mufe what's worthy of the wife and good.

125. If writing's rules I know not to preserve, The poet's name how can I e'er deferve?

126. Each great is nothing but collected fmalls.

127. Some end but forrily who well began, And oft the boy's fuperior to the man.

129. O now, he said, now Dedalus, my boy,

A field for genius you enjoy.

Not only lands, but seas now Minos' right;

Nor earth nor water owns our flight.