ON FLATTERERS. No mischief worthier of our fear For lull'd into a dangerous dream, Who strikes, when most secure we scem, ON THE SWALLOW. ATTICK maid! with honey fed, Bear'st thou to thy callow brosa Yonder locust from the mead, Destin'd their delicious food! Ye have kindred voices clear, Migrate hither, sojourn here, Ah for pity drop the prize; Let it not, with truth, be said, That a songster gasps and dies, That a songster may be fed. -- ་་ ON LATE ACQUIRED WEA1.TH. POOR in my youth, and in life's later scenes Who naught enjoy'd, while young, deny'd the means ON A TRUE FRIEND. HAST thou a friend? Thou hast indeed ON A BATH, BY PLATO. DID Cytherea to the skies From this pellucid lymph arise ? Or was it Cytherea's touch, When bathing here, that made it such. ON A FOWLER, BY ISIODORUS. WITH Seeds and birdlime, from the desert air, Eumelus gather'd free, though scanty, fare. No lordly patron's hand he deign'd to kiss. Nor lux'ry knew, save liberty, nor bliss. Thrice thirty years he liv'd, and to his heirs His seeds bequeath'd, his birdlime, and his snares ON NIOBE. CHARON! receive a family on board, By me too proudly spoken, slew us all. ON A GOOD MAN. TRAV'LLER, regret not me; for thou shalt find Nor saw I one, of all deriv'd from me, Touch'd with disease, or torn by death away. Where shades of pious men for ever dwell. ON A MISER. THEY call thee rich-I deem thee poor, ANOTHER. A MISER, traversing his house, "Tell me, my dear, to what cause is it “Fear not, good fellow, for your hoard! ANOTIIER. ART thou some individual of a kind Long-liv'd by nature as the rook or hind? Heap treasure then, for if thy need be such, Thou hast excuse, and scarce canst heap too much. But man thou seem'st, clear therefore from thy breast This lust of treasure-folly at the best! For why shouldst thou go wasted to the tomb, To fatten with thy spoils thou know'st not whom' lovers-poor hast none, RICH, thou hadst many lovers So surely want extinguishes the flame; And she who call'd thee once her pretty one, And her Adonis, now inquires thy name. Where wast thou born, Sosicrates, and where ON THE GRASSIIOPPER. HAPPY Songster, perch'd above, None thy pleasures can create Thee it satisfies to sing Marining neither herbs nor flow'rs. 'Therefore man thy voice attends Gladly, thou and he are friends; |