poetry. - April i8. 



At leni,th ttie nymph, with a sweet smile, 



My aching lieart did chear, 

 The little god we did beguile, 



As we her cot drtw near; 

 My heait beat fast, my pulje beat high, 

 I could not leave her, nOj — not I ! 



We went into a neat thatch'd cot, 



Within it svas complete, 

 Which made me much envy her lot. 



It was so snug and sy/cet; 

 The woodbine and the jelsamine 

 Around her lattice did entwine. 



Young man, said (he, I see your love 



Fast darting fiom your eye, 

 And ihould you now inconstant prove, 



Ah me ! I sure mu^t die ; 

 To marry me, if you inchnc, 

 Thy will fhall be for ever mine . 



I stood amai'd ! I could not speak, 



At finding her so kind, 

 I klfs'd tht rose bud on her chceit, 



And freely told my mind \ 

 The marriage articles were wrote, 

 And now we both live in one cot. 



Feb. 15. 1791. A . S . 



GLEANINGS OF ANCIENT POETRr. 



A FAREWELL TO THE VANITIES OF THE WORLD. 



Fareweli. ye gilded follies, pleasing troubles; 



Taiewell ye honour'd rags, ye glorious bubbles; 



Fame's but a hollow echo, gold pure clay, 



Honour the darlir.g but of one /hort djy ; 



Beauty, th' eye's idol but a dama/k'd fllin; 



State but a golden prison to live in,' 



And torture heL-bom minds; embroider'd trains 



Merely but p:'gejnts for proud swelling veins; 



And blr>od ally'd to grcatnefs, is alone 



Inherited, nor purchns'd, nor our ov/n ; 



Fame, honour, beauty, btate, train, bloo.l and b!itb> 

 Are but the fading biofsoms of the earth. 



I would be great, but that the sun doth still 

 Level his rays against the rising hill : 

 I would be high, but see the proudest oak 

 Most subject to the rendinj thundsr-jtrcke ; 



