INSCRIPTION FOR THE TOMB OF MR. HAMILTON. PAUSE here, and think; a monitory rhime 'Demands one moment of thy fleeting time. Confult life's filent clock, thy bounding vein, Seems it to fay-Health, here, has long to reign? Haft thou the vigour of thy youth? an eye That beams delight? an heart untaught to figh?Yet fear. Youth, ofttimes, healthful and at ease, Anticipates a day it never fees, And many a tomb, like Hamilton's, aloud Exclaims, "Prepare thee for an early shroud!" THE POPLAR FIELD. THE poplars are felled, farewell to the shade Twelve years have elaps'd fince I laft took a view The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat; And the scene where his melody charm'd me before, Refounds with his fweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head, – 'Tis a fight to engage me, if any thing can, IDEM LATINE REDDITUM. POPULER cecidit gratiffima copia filvæ, Hei mihi! bis fenos dum luctû torqueor annos Ah ubi nunc merulæ cantus? Felicior illum Sed qui fuccifas doleo fuccidar et ipfe, Et priùs huic parilis quàm creverit altera filva Flebor, et, exequiis parvis donatus, habebo Defixum lapidem tumulique cubantis acervum. Tam fubitò periiffe videns tam digna manere Sit licèt ipfe brevis, volucrique fimillimus umbræ, EPITAPH ON A HARE. HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor fwifter greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Old Tiney, furlieft of his kind, Though duly from my hand he took He did it with a jealous look, And, when he could, would bite. His diet was of wheaten bread And milk, and oats, and ftraw; Thiftles, or lettuces instead, With fand to fcour his maw. |