A scholarship not half maintains, When, nine full tedious winters past, "Of Dean, Vice-Præs,-nay Burfar too ; A living falls, two hundred clear. "For fuel here's good store of wood,- Studies to find out latent dues, Smokes with the 'fquire,-and clips his yews; And, but on fundays, hears no bells. Each day fome scene of woe commences For children more expences yet, 66 Why did I fell my college life (He cries)" for benefice and wife! "Oh could the days once more but come, "When calm I fmoak'd in common room, "And din'd with breaft untroubled, under "The picture of our pious founder; "When, for amusement, my tyrannic Sway could put freshmen in a pannic; "When impofitions were fupplied "To light my pipe-or footh my pride! "No cares of family opprefs'd me, "Nor wife by day-nor night diftrefs'd me. "Each day receiv'd fucceffive pleasure, "Or spent in reading, or in leisure ; "And every night I went to bed "Without a christ'ning in my head." O trifling head, and fickle heart!- And fick of pleasure's scarce enjoy'd; ODE * ARTHUR то ONSLOW, ESQ; I. TH HIS goodly frame what virtue so approves, As mild Benevolence? She with her fifter Mercy still awaits Befide th' eternal throne of Jove, And measures forth with unwithdrawing hand The bleffings of the various year, Sunshine or fhow'r, and chides the madding tempeft. II. With her the heaven-bred nymph meek Charity, Shall fashion ONSLOW forth in fairest portrait ; And with recording care Weave the fresh wreath that flow'ring virtue claims. He long has fojourn'd in the facred haunts, *This elegant Poem was written by a Gentleman well known in the Learned World, as a token of gratitude for favours conferred on his father, during the laft war, whose character he has therein affumed. III. How then fhall awkward gratitude And when I tell of Courtefy, Of awful Prudence foothing fell Contention, But in thee, ONSLOW? You, your wonted leave Indulge me, nor mifdeem a Soldier's bold emprize; IV. Who in the diffonance of barb'rous war, Long train'd, revifits oft the facred treasures Of antique memory; Or where fage Pindar reins his fiery car, Through the vaft vault of heaven secure, V. And ever as I go, allurements vain Cherish a feeble fire, and feed my idle Fancy: O cou'd I once Charm to their melody my fhrilling reeds! |