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ON THE PROMOTION OF

EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ

TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF

ENGLAND.

I.

ROUND Thurlow's head, in early youth,

And in his fportive days,

Fair science pour'd the light of truth,
And genius fhed his rays.

II.

See! with united wonder, cried
Th' experienc'd and the fage,

Ambition in a boy supplied

With all the skill of age!

III.

Difcernment, eloquence, and grace,
Proclaim him born to sway

The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.

IV.

The praise beftow'd was just and wife;

He sprang impetuous forth,

Secure of conqueft where the prize

Attends fuperior worth.

V.

So the best courfer on the plain
Ere yet he starts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain

What all had deem'd his own.

ODE TO PEACE.

I.

COME, peace of mind, delightful gueft,

Return and make thy downy neft

Once more in this fad heart! Nor riches I, nor pow'r, purfue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view;

We therefore need not part.

II.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,

From av'rice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles?

For whom, alas! doft thou prepare
The sweets that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy fmiles?

III.

The great, the gay, fhall they partake
The heav'n that thou alone canft make?
And wilt thou quit the ftream

That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the fequefter'd fhed,
To be a gueft with them?

IV.

For thee I panted, thee I priz'd,
For thee I gladly facrific'd

Whate'er I lov'd before;

And fhall I fee thee ftart away,

And, helpless, hopeless, hear thee sayFarewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

I.

WEAK and irrefolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,

Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

II.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice feems already flain;

But paffion rudely snaps the string,
And it revives again.

III.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his affent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

IV.

'Tis here the folly of the wife

Through all his art we view;

And, while his tongue the charge denies,

His confcience owns it true.

V.

Bound on a voyage of awful length

And dangers little known,

A ftranger to fuperior ftrength,

Man vainly trufts his own.

VI.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the diftant coaft,

The breath of heav'n must swell the fail,

Or all the toil is loft.

THE MODERN PATRIOT.

I.

REBELLION is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come

(As who knows but perhaps it may?)

A little nearer home.

II.

Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight

On t'other fide th' Atlantic,

I always held them in the right,

But most so when moft frantic.

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