One, who can think that crystal floods, To make my sermons, or my cheeses. "That you can never think of thriving. It has much more of gall than honey. A joy so intermix'd with woe. ON THE GOVERNMENT OF OUR PASSIONS. SAY, Love, for what good end design'd Wert thou to mortals given Was it to fix on earth the mind? Or raise the heart to heaven? Deluded oft we still pursue The fleeting bliss we sought, O! who shall teach me to sustain, Thou blest Indifference, be my guide, Still call me back again. Teach me to see through Beauty's art, A base, a lewd, a treacherous heart, With thousand ills beside. Nor let my generous soul give way, Too much to serve my friends; Let Reason still controul their sway, And shew where Duty ends. If to my lot a wife should fall, If lasting, 'tis too great for Peace, The heart can never be at ease, Calm let me estimate this life, Which I must leave behind, Nor let fond Passions raise a strife, To discompose my mind. When Nature calls, may I steal by, As rising from a feast; I've had my fill of life, and why Should I disturb the rest? EPITAPH. STRANGER, approach! and shed a tender tear, If ever Friend in distant climate lost THOMAS BLACKLOCK. 1721.1791. Thomas Blacklock, though born in Scotland, was the son of English parents, his father was a bricklayer: at the age of six months he was deprived of his sight by the smallpox; this calamity was counterbalanced by an acute and comprehensive mind, and an amiable disposition; he acquired an early taste for poetry, by hearing it from his father's readings; as he advanced in age, he acquired the Latin, Greek, and French languages, and a knowledge of Philosophy; his poems are very extraordinary pro ductions, and demonstrate the power of genius, to overcome obstacles, which even nature has thrown in its way; the combined powers of his other senses, and the ideas he received through them, enabled him to form such associations, as that of sight would have assisted to supply him with, and it very seldom occurs in reading his works, that any trace of the deficiency of this sense can be discovered. The author of his life says, 'Mr. Black |