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While glossy, and smooth, and as soft as the skin
Many fond of new sights, or who cherish a taste For the labours of art, to the spectacle haste : The youths all agree, that could old age inspire The passion of love, hers would kindle the fire, And the matrons with pleasure confess that they Ridiculous nothing or hideous in thee. (see The nymphs for themselves scarcely hope a
decline, O wonderful woman! as placid as thine. Strange magic of art! which the youth can
engage To peruse half enamour'd the features of age; And force from the virgin a sigh of despair, That she, when as old, shall be equally fair! How great is the glory that Denner has gain'd, Since Apelles not more for his Venus obtain'd!
Apelles, hearing that his boy
("Tis all that I can now bestow),
Thus far is well. But view again
Now, painter, cease! Thy task is done.
THE MAZE. FROM right to left, and to and fro, Caught in a labyrinth, you go, And turn, and turn, and turn again, To solve the mystery, but in vain; Stand still and breathe and take from me A clue that soon shall set you free! Not Ariadne, if you meet her, Herself could serve you with a better. You enter'd easily-find whereAnd make, with ease, your exit there!
XX. NO SORROW PECULIAR TO THE
The lover, in melodious verses,
Within that house secure he hides,
Give but his horns the slightest touch,
Where'er he dwells, he dwells alone,
Thus, hermitlike, his life he leads,
Who seeks him must be worse than blind
HYMN for the Use of the Sunday School at Olney. HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer
In heaven, thy dwelling place, From infants made the public care,
And taught to seek thy face.
Thanks for thy word, and for this day,
And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play
Thy holy sabbaths more.
Thanks that we hear !-But, 0, impart
To each desires sincere,
And learn as well as hear.
For if vain thoughts the minds engage
Of older far than we,
Our minds should e'er be free?
Much hope, if thou our spirits take
Under thy gracious sway,
And babes as wise as they.
Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows,
A sun that ne'er declines,
Who placed us where it shines.