32 PREFACE. 



The laverock, springing from his bed, 



Pours royal greeting o'er my head ; 



My gallant guards, my greyhounds tried, 



March in order by my side ; 



And every thing that's earthly born, 



Wealth and pride and pomp, I scorn ; 



And chiefly thee 

 Who lift'st so high thy little horn. 



Philosophy ! 



Wilt tbou say that life is short, 

 That wisdom loves not hunter's sport, 

 But virtue's golden fruitage rather 

 Hopes in cloister'd cells to gather ? 

 Gallant greyhounds, tell her, here 

 Trusty faith, and love sincere — 

 Here do grace and zeal abide. 

 And humbly keep their master's side. 

 Bid her send whate'er hath sold 

 Human hearts — lust, power, and gold — 



A cursed train — 

 And blush to find, that on the wold 



They bribe in vain. 



Then let her preach I the muse and I 

 Will turn to Gracchus, Gaze, and Guy ; 

 And give to worth its proper place. 

 Though found in nature's lowliest race. 

 And when we would be great or wise, 

 Lo ! o'er our heads are smiling skies ; 

 And thence we'll draw instruction true, 

 That worldly wisdom never knew. 

 Then let her argue as she will ! 

 I'll wander with my greyhounds still 



(Halloo! Halloo!) 

 And hunt for health on the breeze-worn iiill 



And wisdom too. 



But enough — 



Pindar. Pyth. f'V^ S' &(txo^os a- 



VIII. vs. 40. vaOe/j-fv TrStrai' ixaKptxyopiav 



Avpa re Kol cpBeyfxa 



Tj na\daK(f, fjLi] Kopos i\6u>i' 



Kvlffai)- 



