LIFE, A SONS. 

 For the Bee. 



SiKCE life is a load we must bear, 



N'o more lee Ui under it groan j 

 Keep »s but a stranger to care, 



The world, as it pleases, may frown; 



The cautions of that sullen sot, 



Incefsasitly tiiiilc the ear. 

 With, "O niin! consider thy lot, 



A title to hope and to fear." 



We allow all this may be right. 



Yet experience, who guides me along,. 



Js fam'd tor true judgement, and s ght. 

 Besides an unprejudic'd tongue. 



Experience -^'er Care must prevail, 

 Whose maxims the weightiest we findj. 



Though Care be for heaping his scale 

 Witk scruples far lighter than umd 



The courtier affects the g^y place. 

 The lover his pain would remove; 



The one is prefcrr'd by his grace. 

 The other succeeds in his l9y«> 



The courtier — what now ? has re s"gn'd; 



(Mere whispers those wrretches u;Sgrate)' 

 AnC Chloe discovers her mini 



W»s not of a par with her face. 



Du!l mortals, why se?k ye for bllfs ? 



•Tis what ne'er will fall to your lot, 

 Though the bottle, the purse, and the m;fs, 



Pretend they the secret have got. 



Since the game that we play is in jest. 

 At the cards no more anxious, I'll peep ; 



For ftiould trumps hold me out lo the Ian, 

 Just no-.hing's.tbs profit 1 reap. 



