But like the old horse in the song, I am turn'd on the common to grazeTo fortune these changes belong, And contented I yield to her ways! She ne'er was my friend; through the day, Her smiles were the smiles of deceit― At noon she'd her favours display, At night let me pine at her feet: No longer her presence I court, Thus lost to each worldly desire, And scorning all riches-all fame, I quietly hope to retire When time shall the summons proclaim. I have nothing to weep for behind! JAMES DANCE. 1774. This Author was an Actor at Drury-Lane Theatre, under the assumed name of Love. He was the son of the City Architect, and published a small volume of poems printed at Edinburgh, in 1754. The Wish. When Time and gently creeping age With one dear female, and one friend, And pant each year for birth-day praise; All I desire is but CONTENT. EPIGRAM. Janus commends me to my face, By this confest a judging youth, CHARLES JENNER. 1774. Rector of Claybrooke, Leicestershire. ECLOGUE II. Time was. THE spring had now enliven'd every scene, On a dull day which, every week, affords When sober families resort to prayer, Runs two long miles, to saunter in the Park: VOL. III. Prudentio strolling down the mall was seen, And thus, in grumbling strains, the veterans greet, AVARO.. Well met, Prudentio - - - Come man, sit you down; How fare you? PRUDENTIO. Sick, of this confounded town. AVARO. Aye, so am I; time was when it was said, door; But now, the bakers get each week a rise, PRUDENTIO. How should it happen otherwise? look here |