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Again you to the wild retreat
with her solemn strain, And teach pleas'd echo to complain.
With you roses brighter bloom,
Man's not worth a moment's pain,
The remainder of this ode, which is rather tedious, has been omitted.
JOHN GILBERT COOPER,
(BORN 1723-DIED 1769) Was of an ancient family in Nottinghamshire, and possessed the estate of Thurgaton Priory, where he exercised the active and useful duties of a magistrate. He resided, however, occasionally in London, and was a great promoter of the Society for the Encouragement of Arts and Manufactures. He died at his house in May-fair, after a long and excruciating illness, occasioned by the stone. He was a zealous pupil of the Shaftesbury school; and published, besides his Poems, a Life of Socrates, Letters on Taste, and Epistles to the Great from Aristippus in retirement.
Away! let nought to love displeasing,
My Winifreda, move your care;
Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy fear.
What though no grants of royal donors
With pompous titles grace our blood, We'll shine in more substantial honours,
And, to be noble, we'll be good,
Our name, while virtue thus we tender,
Will sweetly sound where'er 'tis spoke; And all the great ones, they shall wonder
How they respect such little folk.
What though, from Fortune's lavish bounty,
No mighty treasures we possess ; We'll find, within our pittance, plenty,
And be content without excess.
Still shall each kind returning season
Sufficient for our wishes give; For we will live a life of reason,
And that's the only life to live.
Through youth and age, in love excelling,
We'll hand in hand together tread; Sweet-smiling peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed.
How should I love the pretty creatures,
While round my knees they fondly clung! To see them look their mother's features,
To hear them lisp their mother's tongue!
And when with envy Time transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys; You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.
. BORN 1720.-DIED 1769.
James MERRICK was a fellow of Trinity college, Oxford, where Lord North was one of his pupils. He entered into holy orders, but never could engage in parochial duty from being subject to excessive pains in his head. He was an eminent Grecian, and translated Tryphiodorus at the age of twenty. Bishop Lowth characterized him as one of the best of men, and most eminent of scholars. His most important poetical work is his version of the Psalms; besides which he published poems on sacred subjects.
How short is life's uncertain space!
Alas! how quickly done!
How very hard to run !
Youth stops at first its wilful ears
To wisdom's prudent voice;
Repents its earlier choice.
What though its prospects now appear
So pleasing and refin'd;
And prey upon the mind.
Since then false joys our fancy cheat
With hopes of real bliss ;
Is all compriz'd in this.