MISCELLANEOUS. G3 



Religious — Deistic — now loyal and warm ; 

 Then a dagger-drawn Democrat hot for reform ; 

 This moment a fop — that, sententious as Titus ; 

 Democritus now, and anon Heraclitus ; 

 Now laughing and pleas'd, like a child with a rattle ; 

 Then vexed to the soul with impertinent tattle ; 

 Now moody and sad, now unthinking and gay ; 

 To all points of the compass I veer in a day. 



I'm proud and disdainful to Fortune's gay child, 

 But to poverty's offspring submissive and mild ; 

 As rude as a iDoor, and as rough in dispute ; 

 Then as for politeness — oh ! dear — I'm a brute ! 

 I show no respect where I never can feel it ; 

 And as for contempt, take no pains to conceal it. 

 And so in the suite, by these laudable ends, 

 I've a great many foes, and a very few friends. 



And yet, my dear Fanny, there are who can feel 

 That this proud heart of mine is not fashioned of steel. 

 It can love (can it not ?) — it can hate, I am sure ; 

 And it's friendly enough, though in friends it be poor. 

 For itself though it bleed not, for others it bleeds ; 

 If it have not riye virtues, I'm sure it's the seeds ; 

 And though far from faultless, or even so-so, 

 I think it may pass as our worldly things go. 



Well, I've told you my frailties without any gloss ; 



Then as to my virtues, I'm quite at a loss ! 



I think I'm devout, and yet I can't say, 



But in process of time I may get the wrong way. 



I'm di, general lover, if that's commendation, 



And yet can't withstand you know whose fascination. 



But I find that amidst all my tricks and devices. 



In fishing for virtues, I'm pulling up vices ; 



So as for the good, why, if I possess it, 



I am not yet learned enough to express it. 



You yourself must examine the lovelier side, 

 And after your every art you have tried, 



