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Here various blossoms smile in fancy's line,
The more diverse, the more the blossoms shine:
Here various flow'rets shed a various sweet,
And too great plenty tires the infect's feet.
Thus when Britannia boasts her female bands
Of choiceft nymphs, whom Venus' self commands;
Ign'rant, you know not how to tune your lays,
To fing, at first, an individual's praise ;
With equal merit each deserves your lyre,
For each casts luftre with an equal fire.
Lydia with beauty shines : fair Laura's kind;
But diff'rent beauties shine in Aula's mind :
This with her softness, that with grace excels :
This charms the fight, but that with conquest swells :
Ælia in voice the tuneful swan outvies,
Ælia with mufic fills the lofty skies ;
The fwan's gay plumage now no more looks white;
When Chloe's present ev'ry feather's night :
In ftature Chlori's small, in wit profound ;
The sweetest vi’let creeps along the ground.
Clarissa's hair with no allurement flows,
Her cheeks despise the lilies and the rose;
Ease with content Clarissa gently joins,
And while her locks displease, her judgment shines.
Whoe'er you are that scorn blind Cupid's dart,
Your breast remains not perfect from a smart :
If you despise Clariffa's noble charms,
Chloe with beauty ev'ry thought disarms;
Beauty and judgment ev'ry fenfe command,
And while a female's present, love's at hand.
Venus to each bestow'd her diff'rent charms;
This wounds with beauty--that with nobler arms.
This power they have : alas ! blind Cupid's dart!
Each stroke avails, each arrow wounds the heart.
SUNG BY MR. BEARD AT THE ANNUAL MEETING
OF THE PRESIDENT, VICE-PRESIDENTS, GOVER-
NORS, &c. OF THE LONDON HOSPITAL.
O F trophies and laurels I mean not to fing,
Of Prusia’s brave prince, or of Britain's good
Here the poor claim my fong; then the art I'll display,
How you all fhall be gainers-by giving away.
The cruse of the widow, you very well know,
The more it was emptied, the fuller did flow :
So here with your purse the like wonder you'll find ;
The more you draw out, still the more left behind.
* One year, through inadvertency, the collection for the benefit of the hospital was made before this song was called for. Mr. Beard, being requested to sing it afterwards, replied, that, as the company had given their charity, it could not answer the end for which it was intended. The duke of Devonshire, however, insisted that it should be sung, and a second collection made, which amounted to 200 guineas, whereof the duke himself contributed ten guineas. Such is the effect of a sensible, well-timed song.
III. The prodigal here without danger may spend ; That ne'er can be lavish'd, to Heaven we lend; And the miser his purse-strings may draw without pain, For what miser won't give--when giving is gain?
IV. The gamester, who fits up whole days and whole nights, To hazard his health and his fortune at White's, Much more to advantage his bets he may make ; Hese, set what he will, he will double his stake.
The fair one, whose heart the four aces controul,
Who fighs for fans-prendre, and dreams of a vole,
Let her here send a tithe of her gains at Quadrille,
And she'l ne'er want a friend-in victorious Spadille.
Let the merchant, who trades on the perilous fea,
Come here and insure, if from loss he'd be free:
A policy here from all danger secures,
For safe is the venturewhich Heaven insures.
The stock-jobber, too, may subscribe without fear,
In a fund which for ever a premium must bear ;
Where the stock must still rise, and where scrip will
Tho' South-Sea, and India, and Omnia should fail.
The * churchman likewise his advantage may draw,
And here buy a living in spite of the law-
* Additional standa for the annual feast of the Sons of the Clergy.
In Heaven, I mean ; then, without any fear,
Let him purchase away—there's no fimony here.
Ye * rakes, who the joys of Hymen disclaim,
And seek, in the ruin of virtue, a fame;
may here boast a triumph consistent with duty, And keep, without guilt, a feraglio of beauty.
X. If from charity then such advantages flow, you
still gain the more the more you Here's the place will afford you rich profit with ease : When the bason comes round, be as rich as you please.
XI. Then a health to that patron t, whose grandeur and
store Yield aid and defence to the fick and the
poor ; Whom no courtier can flatter, no patriot can blame : But, our President's here
WHEN the sad soul, by care and grief oppreft,
Looks round the world, but looks in vain for
When every object that appears in view
Partakes her gloom, and seems dejected too ;
* Additional stanza for the Magdalen Hospital. + The late Duke of Devonshire,
Where shall affliction from itfelf retire ;
Where fade away, and placidly expire ?
Alas! we fly to silent scenes in vain :
Care blafts the honours of the low'ry plain;
He veils in clouds the sun's meridian beam,
Sighs through the grove, and murmurs in the stream ;
For when the soul is labouring in despair,
In vain the body breathes a purer air.
No storm-toft failor fighs for slumbering seas,
He dreads the tempeft, but invokes the breeze,
On the smooth mirror of the deep resides
and o'er unruffled tides
The ghost of every former danger glides.
Thus in the calms of life we only fee
A steadier image of our misery :
But lively gales, and gently-clouded skies,
Disperse the fad reflections as they rise ;
And busy thoughts, and little cares, prevail
To ease the mind, when reft and reason fail.
When the dull thought, by no defigns employ'd,
Dwells on the past, or suffer'd or enjoy'd,
We bleed anew in every former grief,
And joys departed furnish no relief.
Not Hope herself, with her old flattering art,
Can cure this stubborn sickness of the heart;
The soul disdains each comfort she
And anxious searches for congenial cares ;
Those lenient cares, which, with our own combin'd,
By mixt sensations ease th' afflicted mind,
And steal our grief away, and leave their own behind.
A lighter grief! which feeling hearts endure
Without regret, nor ev’n demand a cure.