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With acrid salts; his very heart athirst
The spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns; 455
460 Sweet smiles and bloom less transient than her own. It is the constant revolution stale And tasteless, of the same repeated joys 33, That palls and satiates, and makes languid life A pedler's pack, that bows the bearer down. 465 Health suffers, and the spirits ebb; the heart Recoils from its own choice,-at the full feast Is famish’d, finds no music in the song, No smartness in the jest, and wonders why. Yet thousands still desire to journey on,
470 Though halt and weary of the path they tread. The paralytic who can hold her cards But cannot play them, borrows a friend's hand To deal and shuffle, to divide and sort Her mingled suits and sequences, and sits
475 Spectatress both and spectacle, a sad
33 Like cats in air pumps, to subsist we strive
Young, Satire v.
And silent cypher, while her proxy plays.
490 Whom call we gay? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay 35 ;—the lark is gay That dries his feathers saturate with dew Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams 495 Of day-spring overshoot his humble nest. The peasant too, a witness of his song, Himself a songster, is as gay as he. But save me from the gaiety of those Whose head-aches nail them to a noonday bed ; 500 And save me too from theirs whose haggard eyes Flash desperation, and betray their pangs
the gay assembly's gayest room Is but an upper story to some tomb.
Young, Satire vi. 35 And farewell merry heart, The gift of guiltlesse minds.
Spenser. Epitaph on Sir P. Sidney.
For property stripp'd off by cruel chance;
The earth was made so various, that the mind
weary sight, Too well acquainted with their smiles, slides off Fastidious, seeking less familiar scenes.
inclosures in the shelter'd vale,
But if much converse
Par. Lost, ix. 247.
Pope. Windsor Forest.
With prickly goss, that shapeless and deform
There often wanders one, whom better days
535 With lace, and hat with splendid ribband bound. A serving-maid was she, and fell in love With one who left her, went to sea and died. Her fancy follow'd him through foaming waves To distant shores, and she would sit and weep 540 At what a sailor suffers ; fancy too, Delusive most where warmest wishes are, Would oft anticipate his glad return, And dream of transports she was not to know. She heard the doleful tidings of his death,
545 And never smiled again. And now she roams The dreary waste; there spends the livelong day, And there, unless when charity forbids, The livelong night. A tatter'd apron hides, Worn as a cloak, and hardly hides a gown More tatter'd still ; and both but ill conceal A bosom heaved with never-ceasing sighs. She begs an idle pin of all she meets, And hoards them in her sleeve; but needful food, Though press'd with hunger oft, or comelier clothes, Though pinch'd with cold, asks never38.—Kate is crazed. 38 Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, But God will never.
Book vi. 442.
I see a column of slow-rising smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that skirts the wild. A vagabond and useless tribe there eat Their miserable meal. A kettle slung
560 Between two poles upon a stick transverse, Receives the morsel ; flesh obscene of dog, Or vermin, or at best, of cock purloin'd From his accustom'd perch. Hard-faring race ! They pick their fuel out of every hedge,
565 Which kindled with dry leaves, just saves unquench'd The spark of life. The sportive wind blows wide Their fluttering rags, and shows a tawny skin, The vellum of the pedigree they claim. Great skill have they in palmistry, and more 570 To conjure clean away the gold they touch, Conveying worthless dross into its place. Loud when they beg, dumb only when they steal. Strange! that a creature rational, and cast In human mould, should brutalize by choice 575 His nature, and though capable of arts By which the world might profit and himself, Self-banish'd from society, prefer Such squalid sloth to honourable toil. Yet even these, though feigning sickness oft 580
An assembly such as earth
Book vi. 816.
Which my mind
Par. Lost, v. 33.
Par. Lost, vi. 209.