4. For all that pleas'd in wood or lawn, Haft loft its beauties and its pow'rs. 5. The faint or moralist should tread But not like me, to nourish woe. 6. Me fruitful scenes and prospects wafte, Alike admonish not to roam, HE THE WINTER NOSEGAY. 1. WHAT nature, alas! has denied To the delicate growth of our isle, Art has in a measure supplied, And winter is deck'd with a smile. See Mary what beauties I bring From the shelter of that funny fhed, Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring, Though abroad they are frozen and dead. 2. Tis a bow'r of Arcadian fweets, Where Flora is ftill in her prime, A fortrefs to which the retreats, From the cruel affaults of the clime. While earth wears a mantle of snow, These pinks are as fresh and as gay, As the fairest and sweetest that blow, On the beautiful bofom of May. See The charms of the late blowing rose, And the winter of forrow best shows MUTUAL FORBEARANCE, Neceffary to the Happiness of the Married State. THE lady thus address'd her spouse- Are Are fuch an antiquated scene, They overwhelm me with the spleen. And shall expect him at the door (And rais'd her voice and frown'd befide) What fhall I do to make you hear? Some people are more nice than wife, Yes Yes, truly-one muft fcream and bawl, I tell you you can't hear at all. Then with a voice exceeding low, Alas! and is domestic strife, That foreft ill of human life, And fomething ev'ry day they live In common to the lot of all, Instead |