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2 POETRY. . 
LIFEs 
From the MSS collection quoted in our last. 
May, with the morn, begins his destin’d race, 
Joy in his eye, and pleasure in his face 5 
But oh! what rubs attend his setting days! 
is sinews slacken, and his strength decays3 
His limbs sore ach with hourly teil opprest, 
Till with’d-for night restore him peacetul rests 
Thus man for ever labours and decays, 
Counting but few, and those uneasy days. 
He scarce a minute glories in his bloom, } 
So harth is death’s inexorable doom, i 
So nigh, alas! the cradle and the tomb. 
AN EPITAPH 
ON THE LATE REVEREND DR THOMAS SHERIDAN, 
Front the same, 
Benearu this marble stone there lies 
Poor Tom, move merry much than wise ; 
Who only liv’d for two great ends, 
To spend his cafh, and lose his friends. 
His darling wife of him bereft, 
Is only griev’d,—there’s nothing left. 
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THE BOUQUET. 
A LESSON FOR THE LADIES. 
Tae sun arose, the morn was gay 
The lark had tun’d his matin lay; 
And Flora deck’d the op'ning flow’r, 
Tn beauteous hue, of Eden’s bow’r. 
When bending o’er-the painted beds, - 
Where thousands rais’d their vermil heads, : 
The lovely Myra, charming fair, 
Pluck’d off the best in cach parterre. 
*¢ Go, sweetest buds! the prattler cried, 
*¢ Drest in the robe of variant dye ; 
6¢ Grace Colin’s breast with nature’s pride, 
‘¢ Feast the pleas’d sense, and charm his eye, f 
¢¢ Spread to his sight your richest bloom, 
© Ope all yous beauties full to view 5 
6¢ Go waft Arabia's rich perfume, 
*¢ In od’rous scent and variant hue, 
