LIFE'S ASSURANCE. Saw you that aged man, whose tottering feet May serve some idle spendthrift !—seldom more; Protects his wife and children from the blast THE ANTIQUARY. What wild illusions mock their sight, When ANTIQUARIES pore O'er mouldering relics, day and night, With patient, plodding lore!— Life's meant for rational enjoyment; And if, while here below, Man seeks not--finds not-wise employment, To Davy let him go! THE EPILOGUE. THE CHAMPION. O mourn not for prize-fighting kiddies inglorious; flow; Drink, drink to the CHAMPION, who, fairly in battle, The famed men of muscle for ever laid low! THE BACCHANALIANS. Tho' BACCHANALS boast of their ivy-crowned god, And sing of the bright sparkling glass, With the juice of the grape, how they hiccup and nod, How it likens a man to an ass! The balm of the bottle, they say, lightens care,— While it brings to its vot'ry a load of despair, The groans of the parent, the child, or the wife, Who famish while Bacchanals swill! Then say, can you blame me for taking the life Of such as so recklessly kill? THE WARRIOR. With martial port the WARRIOR seeks the field, eyes THE GLUTTON. No matter what-flesh, fowl, or fish— With goût he feeds from ev'ry dish— Eating-drinking-panting-puffing! But when the greedy Epicure In On the couch, then, see him lying! Writhing-groaning-gasping-dying! THE HUNTER. The fearless HUNTER took his dangerous leap; For though I warn'd, he held my warning cheap. At length he fell-another fill'd his place, And, like him, heedless, follows in the chase. THE ALCHYMIST. His time and health the ALCHYMIST destroys, What if he find the rare and hidden treasure, More pain his golden prize would bring than pleasure. Gold! Gold! thou bane of life! thou fancied good! Thy use to Man, how little understood! ACADEMIC HONOURS. Should I the MARTYR STUDENT's portrait draw, And show that genius, with each good combin'd,That virtue, and that nobleness of mind, Were his-without a blemish or a flaw You'd blame me for my act ;-and yet 'twas kind: For well I knew that, maugre worth and merit, Posthumous fame was all that he'd inherit; And those, indeed, who court fame ought to know, That DEATH alone can lasting fame bestow. THE EMPIRIC. The QUACK kill'd his patient, and I kill'd the Quack; Thus a fool and a knave were got rid of at once; 1 But tho' I contriv'd to lay him on his back, Behind he's left many a death-dealing dunce! THE MISER. The wretch who hoards, while others pine Penance to undergo; For though he hold the lucre fast, THE PHAETON. Behold, my love, how fine the day! Cried Charles, as he the PHAETON mounted; His heart was light, his spirits gay, And tales of love the youth recounted. But false as fair the syren he That day had honour'd with his name; And I resolv'd to set him free From private grief and public shame. DEATH'S REGIster. An ancient worthy, when of MAN he wrote, |