Her whip of cricket's bone; the lafh of film; Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: SHAKESPEAR.. CHA P. XXIV. APOTHECARY. DO remember an apothecary, In tremburan whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling Culling of fimples; meagre were his looks; Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him. Oh, this fame thought did but fore-run my need, As I remember, this should be the house. CHA P. XXV. SHAKESPEAR, I ODE TO EVENING. Faught of oaten ftop, or paftoral fong, May hope, chafte Eve, to footh thy modeft ear, Thy fprings, and dying gales, O Nymph referv'd, while now the bright hair'd fun O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hufh'd, fave where the weak-eyed bat, Or Or where the beetle winds His fmall but fullen horn, As oft he rifes 'midft the twilight path, To breathe fome foft'ned ftrain, Whofe numbers ftealing through thy dark'ning vale, Thy genial love return! For when thy folding star arising fhews Who flept in flow'rs the day, And many a Nymph who wreaths her brows with fedge, And sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier ftill, The penfive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy fhadowy car, Then lead, calm Vot'refs, where fome sheety lake But when chill bluft'ring winds, or driving rain, Views wilds, and fwelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-difcover'd fpires, The gradual dusky veil.. While fpring fhall pour his fhow'rs, as oft he wont, While While fummer loves to sport Beneath thy ling'ring light: While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves; And rudely rends thy robes; So long, fure-found beneath the Sylvan fhed, And hymn thy fav'rite name! CHA P. XXVI. COLLINS. S O DE T o SPRING. WEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire, Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring! And fwelling buds are crown'd; From the green iflands of eternal youth, (Crown'd with fresh blooms, and ever fpringing fhade) Turn, hither turn thy step, O thou, whofe powerful voice More fweet than fofteft touch of Doric reed, Breathe thy own tender calm. Thee, beft belov'd! the virgin train await Thy Thy blooming wilds among, And vales and dewy lawns, With untir'd feet; and cull thy earliest sweets That prompts their whisper'd figh. Unlock thy copious ftores; those tender showers The milky ear's green ftem,. And feed the flowering ofier's early shoots; Salute the blowing flowers. Now let me fit beneath the whitening thorn Thy fair unfolding charms. O Nymph approach! while yet the temperate fun The earth's fair bofom; while the streaming veil Protects thy modest blooms From his feverer blaze. Sweet |