"Now, grateful man rewards my pains, "And gives me all these wide domains; "At will I crop the year's encrease, 66 My latter life is rest and peace. "I grant to man we lend our pains, “And aid him to correct the plains; "But doth not he divide the care, 66 Through all the labours of the year ? "How many thousand structures rise, "To fence us from inclement skies! "For us he bears the sultry day, "And stores up all our winter's hay; "He sows, he reaps the harvest's gain, "We share the toil and share the grain. "Since ev'ry creature was decreed "To aid each other's mutual need, "Appease your discontented mind, “And act the part by Heaven assign'd.” The tumult ceas'd. The colt submitted, And, like his ancestors, was bitted. THE COURT OF DEATH.-Gay. DEATH, on a solemn night of state, Crowd the vast court! With hollow tone, Fever, with burning heat possest, Next Gout appears, with limping pace, Stone urged his ever-growing force; Broke with short coughs, his suit preferr'd: "Let none object my ling'ring way, "By long attack, secure, though slow." Plague represents his rapid pow'r, Who thinn'd a nation in an hour. All spoke their claim, and hop'd the wand: "What, no physician speak his right! THE TULIP AND THE VIOLET. SEE yonder gaudy tulip rise, And to the sun her leaves display ; And thus the boaster seems to say: "Queen of the gay parterre I reign, 66 My glowing dies, how bright they shine! "The flow'rs unfold their bloom in vain, "No flow'r has charms to equal mine. 46 By nature meant for regal sway, 66 "When I unfold my matchless bloom, "Near me to lift her abject head." The flow'rs are silent while she speaks, "Thy arrogance, imperious flow'r, "To real worth has made thee blind; Thy vaunted beauties of an hour, "Are charms of an inferior kind. "From thee no fragrant odours breathe, "No healing gifts thy leaves bestow; "The flow'rs thou view'st with scorn beneath, "Can more pretence to merit show. "The cowslip's virtues, and my own, "Thee he admires but for thy dress,” The friendly hint, ye list'ning fair, Nor boast your pow'r to please the eye. THE FLY AND THE TROUT. As near yon stream, the other day, In sportive air it spread the sail, It caught with seeming pride; Now smoother seems to glide. "What joy," (it said or seemed to say) "Thus on the sparkling stream to play, "And quit the fields of air! "How dull, because on wings they rise, "Is yonder crowd of vulgar flies, "To float for ever there! "Still let the timid sordid crew "The same old beaten track pursue, |