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ON THE PROMOTION OF

EDWARD THURLOW, Esq.,

TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.

I.

Round Thurlow's head in early youth,

And in his sportive days,
Pair Science pour'd the light of truth,

And Genius shed his rays.

II.
See! with united wonder cried

The experienc'd and the sage,
Ambition in a boy supplied

With all the skill of age !

III.

Discernment, eloquence, and grace

Proclaim him born to sway The balance in the highest place,

And bear the palm away.

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The praise bestow'd was just and wise ;

He sprang impetuous forth, Secure of conquest, where the prize

Attends superior worth.

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ODE TO PEACE.

1.

Come, peace of mind, delightful guest!
Return and make thy downy nest

Once more in this sad heart:
Nor riches I nor pow'r pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;

We therefore need not part.

II.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
From av’rice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
For whom, alas ! dost thou prepare
The sweets, that I was wont to share,

The banquet of thy smiles ?

III.

The great, the gay, shall they partake The Heav'n that thou alone canst make ?

And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed,

To be a guest with them?

IV.

For thee I panted, thee I priz'd,
For thee I gladly sacrific'd

Whate'er I lov'd before ;
And shall I see thee start away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say--

Farewell! we meet no more?

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HUMAN FRAILTY.

1.

WEAK and irresolute is man ;

The purpose of to day, Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

II.

The bow well bent, and smart spring,

Vice seems already slain ;
But Passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

III.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part; irtue engages bis assent, But Pleasure wins his heart.

IV.

'Tis here the folly of the wise

Through all his art we view; And while his tongue the charge denies,

His conscience owns it true. Vol. XXXVI.

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