Of treafur'd fame, by blameless deeds acquir'd, Free-gift of men, the tribute, of good-will! Rich in this patrimony fair, increase it still. 126 EPO DE IV. The fullness of content remains For dying friends are never shed ; 130 Where, fighing, none defire pass'd years Recall'd, or wifh the future fled. 134 Mournful measures, Q, relieve me! Sweet remembrance! cease to grieve me. Are guilty hoards for life is frail; V.. 138 And we are judg'd where favour is not bought. 342 146 How. did the thirft of gold thy fons beguile ! A a 4 ANTISTROPHE V. Winning afpect! winning mind! Soul and body aptly join'd! Searching thought, engaging wit, Enabled to inftruct, or pleafe, Uniting dignity with ease, By nature form'd for every purpose fit, 150 Is fuch perfection born, and born to die? 154 As plants, remov'd to milder regions thrive, 158 In one eternal fpring? and we bewail The parting foul, new-born to life that cannot fail. E PODE V. Where facred friendship, plighted love, Parental joys, unmix'd with care, The righteous count the promife fure To the laft their hope fecuring. 162 166 170 Το TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM PULTENEY, ESQUIRE. MAY 1, 1723. I. WHO, much diftinguish'd, yet is bless'd? Who, dignified above the reft, Does, ftill, unenvied live? Not to the man whofe wealth abounds, II. Whom then, fecure of happiness, Does every eye beholding blefs, Him, Pultency, who, poffeffing ftore, Who, to mankind a friend, Nor envies, nor is envied by, the great, III. Whofe unambitious, active foul, When public forms alife, 8 I 2 163 20 While books, each morn, the lightsome soul invite, And friends, with feafon'd mirth, improve the night. IV. In him do men no blemish see; When most they vex the state: Yet, fhall he not to fate Submit entire, the rescuing Muse shall fave His precious name, and win him from the grave. V. Too frail is brafs and polish'd stone; Perpetual fame the Mufe alone On merit can bestow : Yet, must the time-enduring fong, The verfe unrival'd by the throng, From Nature's bounty flow: Th' ungifted tribe in metre pass away, VI. 28 32 36 40 What laws fhall o'er the Ode prefide ? In vain would art presume to guide The chariot-wheels of praise, When Fancy, driving, ranges free, Fresh flowers felecting, like the bee, And regularly ftrays, While Nature does, disdaining aids of skill, The mind with thought, the ears with numbers, fill. 44 VII. As VII. As when the Theban hymns divine The varying measures, ever new, While through the glorious maze The poet leads his heroes to renown, And weaves in verfe a never-fading crown. To Mifs MARGARET PULTENEY, Daughter of DANIEL PULTENEY, Efq; in the Nursery. APRIL 27, 1727. DIMPLY damfel, fweetly smiling, All careffing, none beguiling, Bud of beauty, fairly blowing, 12 16 Το |