On the improvement of time. 

 For the Bee. 

 See how th' industrious bee doth every hour. 

 Still wing its airy way. 

 Culling the choicest sweets of May, ^ 

 With anxious care from every opening flow'r. 



And like the Bee we noftld our time employ. 

 For youth doth wear away ; 

 And beauty must decay. 



But wisdom's bloiso^ns tima wUl ns'er destroy 



B. 



Moonlight: 

 Lo' from her azure heaven the queen of night 

 Sheds on itsdulkv brow her silver light ; 

 Whilst on the yellow Ihade it softly sleeps, 

 Her court within, m elfin splnt keeps ; 

 Here lull'd by murmurs of the silver stream, 

 May'feed bright fancy on her golden dream; 

 Here contemplation seeks truth's hidden lore. 

 Or beauty's breast its tender wilhes pour ; 

 Here may devotion wake her solemn lyre, 

 And mount to heav'n on rapture's wing oi fire. 

 But Ihould this scene, so richly dight, aUure 

 Licentious folly from her haunts impure ; 

 Should here revenge, that fiend without controul. 

 Broodo'er the sullen purpose of his soul. 

 Then horror-struck, the rays would quit their deU, 

 While the refulgent moon eclipses at their spell. 



A new-Tear's wish 

 Accept, my dear Chloe, from Martha, thy friend, 



Each wilh that can friendlhip endear : 

 May the bounty of heaven propitiously send 



Long health— and a happy new year- 

 May every enjoyment which prudence allows. 



Thy life long continue to blefs; 

 May love and esteem weave a wreath for thy brows. 



And beauty be crown'4 with saccefs. 



