AN ΙΜΙΤΑΤΙΟΝ OF SOME FRENCH VERSES. R ELENTLESS Time! destroying power Who giv❜ft to ev'ry flying hour To work fome new decay; Unheard, unheeded, and unfeen, And ruin Man, a nice machine By Nature form'd to fail. My change arrives; the change I meet, My Spring, my years of pleasure fleet, In age I fearch, and only find A poor unfruitful gain, Grave Wisdom stalking flow behind, Opprefs'd with loads of pain. My ignorance cou'd once beguile, And fancy'd joys infpire; My errors cherish'd Hope to smile But now experience fhews, the bliss Not worth the long impatient wifh, My youth met Fortune fair array'd, And might, perhaps, have well effay'd To make her gifts my own: But when I faw the bleffing show'r On fome unworthy mind, I left the chace, and own'd the Pow'r I pafs'd the glories which adorn The fplendid courts of kings, And while the perfons mov'd my scorn, I rofe to fcorn the things. My manhood felt a vig'rous fire, By love encreas'd the more; But years with coming years confpire In weakness fafe, the Sex I see With idle luftre shine; For what are all their joys to me, Which cannot now be mine? But hold-I feel my Gout decrease, My troubles laid to reft; And truths, which wou'd disturb my peace, Vainly the time I have to roll Ye fondling paffions of my foul! I wifely change the scene within, To things that us'd to please; In Pain, Philofophy is Spleen, In Health, 'tis only Eafe. A NIGHT-PIECE B ON DE A T H. Y the blue taper's trembling light, No more I waste the wakeful night, Intent with endless view to pore The schoolmen and the fages o'er: Where Wisdom's furely taught below. M The grounds which on the right afpire, "Time was, like thee they life poffeft, Those graves with bending ofier bound, The marble tombs that rife on high, Whofe dead in vaulted arches lye, Whose pillars fwell with sculptur'd stones, Arms, angels, epitaphs and bones, Thefe (all the poor remains of state) Adorn the Rich, or praife the Great; |