ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, FOR THE YEAR 1793. De sacris autem hoc sic una sententia, ut conserventur. CIC. de Leg. But let us all concur in this one sentiment, that things sacred be inviolate. He lives, who lives to God alone And all are dead beside, To live to God is to requite His love as best we may : But life, within a narrow ring Is falsely nam'd, and no such thing, · Can life in them deserve the name, For what poor toys they can disclaim Who much diseas'd, yet nothing feel; Who deem his house a useless place, Who trample order; and the day, If scorn of God's commands, impress'd Such want it, and that want uncur'd Sad period to a pleasant course! Sabbaths profan'd without remorse, And mercy cast away. INSCRIPTION, FOR THE TOMB CF MK. HAMILTON. PAUSE here, and think: a monitory rhyme Demands one moment of thy fleeting time. Consult life's silent clock, thy bounding vein; And many a tomb, like Hamilton's, aloud EPITAPH ON A HARE. HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor ear heard huntsman's halloo,⚫ Oid Tiney, surliest of his kind, Though duly from my hand he took He did it with a jealous look, And, when he could, would bite, His diet was of wheaten bread, With sand to scour his maw. On twigs of hawthorn he regal'd, And, when his juicy salads fail'd, A turkey carpet was his lawn His frisking was at ev'ning hours, But most before approaching show'rs, Eight years and five round rolling moons Dozing out all his idle noons, I kept him for his humour's sake, My heart of thoughts, that made it ache, But now beneath this walnut shade He finds his long last home, And waits, in snug concealment laid, He, still more aged, feels the shocks, EPITAPHIUM ALTERUM. Hic etiam jacet, Qui totum novennium vixit, Puss. Siste paulisper, Qui præteriturus es, Et tecum sic reputa- Nec imbres nimii, Confecere : Tamen mortuus est Et moriar ego. |