660 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1812. 



Who look upon thee as of doubtful race, 

 An interloper, one who wants a place : 

 Freedom with these let thy free soul condemn, 

 Nor with thy heart's concerns associate them. 



* Of all be cautious — but be most afraid 

 Of the pale charms that grace My Lady's Maid ; 

 Of those sweet dimples, of that fraudful eye. 

 The frequent glance design'd for thee to spy ; 

 The soft bewitching look, the fond bewailing sigh ; 

 Let others frown and envy ; she the while 

 (Insidious syren !) will demurely smile ; 

 And for her gentle purpose, every day 

 Inquire thy wants, and meet tliee in thy way ; 

 She has her blandishments, and, though so weak. 

 Her person pleases, and her actions speak : 

 At first her folly may her aim defeat ; 

 But kindness shown, at length will kindness meet : 

 Have some offended ? them will she disdain. 

 And, for thy sake, contempt and pity feign ; 

 She hates the vulgar, she admires to look 

 On woods and groves, and dotes upon a book : 

 Let her once see thee on her features dwell, 

 And hear one sigh, then liberty farewell. 



' But, John ! remember, we cannot maintain 

 A poor, proud girl, extravagant and vain. 



* Doubt much of friendship : shouldst thou find a friend 

 Pleas'd to advise thee, anxious to commend ; 



Should he, the praises he has heard, report. 

 And confidence (in thee confiding) court ; 

 Much of neglectful Patrons should he say. 

 And then exclaim — " How long must merit stay !" 

 Then show how high thy modest hopes may stretch. 

 And point to stations far beyond thy reach : — 

 Let such designer, by thy conduct, see, 

 (Civil and cool) he makes no dupe of thee; 

 And he will quit thee, as a man too wise 

 For him to ruin first, and then despise. 



• Such are thy dangers : — yet, if thou canst steer 

 Past all the perils, all the quicksands clear, 



Then may'st thou profit ; but if storms prevail. 

 If foes beset thee, if thy spirits fail, — 

 No more of winds or waters be the sport. 

 But in thy Father's mansion find a port".' 



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