130 Daily devours apace; and nothing fed, The mufk-rofe, and the well attir'd woodbine, -Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 145 150 Let our frail thoughts dally with false furmife. Ay me! whilft thee the shores and founding feas Wash far away, whereere thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the ftormy Hebrides, 156 160 Where thou perhaps, under the whelming tide, Weep no more, woful fhepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your forrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watry floar; 166 And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning fky: 171 So Lycidas funk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where other groves, and other streams along, 175 That fing, and finging in their glory move, 180 In thy large recompenfe, and fhalt be good 185 Thus fang the uncouth fwain to th' oakes and rills, While the ftill morn went on with fandals gray, He touch'd the tender ftops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Dorick lay: And now the fun had ftretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay; At laft he rofe, and twitch'd his mantle blew : Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. 191 SONNE T. BY THE SAME. O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warbl'ft at eeve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lovers heart doft fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May, Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuccoo's bill Portend fuccefs in love; O, if Jove's will Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely fing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeles doom in fom grove ny: 10 As thou from yeer to yeer haft fung too late For my relief; yet hadft no reason why: Whether the Mufe, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I ferve, and of their train am I. MISCELLANEOUS THOUGHTS. BY SAMUEL BUTLER.* SHOULD Once the world refolve t'abolish All that's ridiculous and foolish, It would have nothing left to do, No bufinefs of importance, play, 5 Or ftate, to pass its time away. Who doth not know with what fierce rage Opinions, true or falfe, engage; |