XII. Now through the morning doors behold 45 XIII. Now each one to his work prepares, XIV. Hob yokes his oxen to the team, The wood-man to the purlew hies,' And lab'ring bees to load their thighs. 50 55 XV. Fair Amaryllis drives her flocks, All night fafe folded from the fox, XVI. The traveller now leaves his inn V. 55. purlews high. 60 XVII. The flick-fac'd school-boy fachel takes, And with flow pace small riddance makes ; For why, the hafte we make, you know, To knowledge and to vertue's flow. XVIII. The fore-horse gingles on the road, XIX. The world is now a bufie fwarm, 65 70 All doing good, or doing harm; But let's take heed our acts be true, 75 For heaven's eye fees all we do. XX. None can that piercing fight evade, And fin, though it could scape the eye, 80 NOON QUATRAINS. BY THE SAME, I. THE day grows hot, and darts his rays The danger of his burning eye. II. His early glories were benign, And all was comfort, but who can III. Of him we as of kings complain, But to the zenith got of pow'r, Those whom they should protect devour. IV. Has not another Phaeton 10 Mounted the chariot of the fun, 15 Is hurri'd from the fun's due course, V. If this hold on, our fertile lands Will foon be turn'd to parched fands, VI. The grazing herds now droop and pant, And willingly forsake' their meat, To feek out cover from the heat. VII. The lagging ox is now unbound, From larding the new turn'd up ground, Whilft Hobbinol alike o'er-laid, Takes his coarse' dinner to the shade. VIII. Cellars and grottos now are beft IX. When Pagan tyranny grew hot, V. 23. forfook. V. 28. course. 20 25 30 35 X. And as that heat did cool at laft, EVENING QUATRAINS. BY THE SAME. I. THE day's grown old, the fainting fun And yet his fteeds, with all his skill, II. With labour spent, and thirft oppreft, From fetlocks hot drops melted light, Which turns' to meteors in the night. III. The fhadows now fo long do grow, That brambles like tall cedars show, Mole-hills feem mountains, and the ant Appears a monftrous elephant. V. 8. turn. |