PINE, Black Spruce Fir. 



(Continued.) 



Let soft compassion touch your gentle mind. 



Pope's Ovid. 



Can a bosom so gentle remain 

 Unmov'd, when her Corydon sighs ? . . . Shenstone. 



Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end. 



Otway. 



Answer. 



Your cause doth strike my heart 



With pity Shaks. 



And pity still foreruns approaching love, 



As lightning does the thunder Dryden. 



Love was in the next degree : 

 'Twas but a kindred sound to move, 

 For pity melts the mmd to love same. 



PINE, Pitch. 

 P. rigida. 



Time and philosophy. 



So subtle, and so swift I fly, 

 Love 's not more fugitive than I ! 



Gay. 



Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor. 



Part with it as with money, sparingly; pay 



No moment, but in purchase of its worth; 



And what its worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell. 



Part with it as with life, reluctant ; big 



With holy hope of nobler time to come. . . Young. 



Time's use was doom'd a pleasure, waste, a pain- 

 That man might feel his error if unseen, 

 And feeling, fly to labour for his cure ; 

 Not blund'ring split on idleness for ease. 

 Life's cares are comforts ; such by Heaven designed ; 

 He that hath none, must make them, or be wretched. 



same. 



Time, which all things else removes, 



Still heightens virtue and improves Gay. 



PINE, Spruce ; 



or, Norway Spruce Fir. 

 Pinus abies. 



Farewell ! Farewell ! whatever be my lot, 



While feeling burns within my breast, 

 Although by thee, perhaps, forgot, 

 On thee remembrance oft will rest. 



In pleasure's time, my heart will say, 



Though brightly move these moments by- 

 Yet far less bright and bless'd are they, 

 Than those I knew when thou wert nigh. 



