Time his hours should never drive
O'er the bounds of thirty-five.
High to soar, and deep to dive,
Nature gives at thirty-five.
Ladies, stock and tend your hive,
Trifle not at thirty-five;

For, howe'er we boast and strive,
Life declines from thirty-five.
He that ever hopes to thrive
Must begin by thirty-five;
And all who wisely wish to wive

Must look on Thrale at thirty-five.

IMPROMPTU TRANSLATION

OF AN AIR IN THE CLEMENZA DE TITO OF

METASTASIO,

BEGINNING" Deh se piacermi vuoi."

WOULD you hope to gain my heart,
Bid your teasing doubts depart;
He, who blindly trusts, will find
Faith from ev'ry gen'rous mind:
He, who still expects deceit,
Only teaches how to cheat.

TRANSLATION

OF A SPEECH OF AQUILEIO IN THE ADRIANO OF METASTASIO,

BEGINNING "Tu che in Corte invechiasti."

GROWN old in courts, thou surely art not one Who keeps the rigid rules of antient honour; Well skill'd to soothe a foe with looks of kindness, To sink the fatal precipice before him,

And then lament his fall with seeming friendship;

Open to all, true only to thyself,

Thou know'st those arts which blast with envious

praise,

Which aggravate a fault with feign'd excuses,

And drive discountenanc'd virtue from the throne;
That leave the blame of rigour to the prince,
And of his ev'ry gift usurp the merit ;
That hide in seeming zeal a wicked purpose,
And only build upon another's ruin.

BURLESQUE

OF THE MODERN VERSIFICATIONS OF ANCIENT LEGENDARY TALES. AN IMPROMPTU.

THE tender infant meek and mild,

Fell down upon the stone:

The nurse took up the squealing child,
But still the child squeal'd on.

FRIENDSHIP,

AN ODE.

[This Ode originally appeared in the Gentleman's Magazine for 1743. See Boswell's Life of Johnson, under that year. It was afterwards printed in Mrs. Williams's Miscellanies, in 1766, with several variations which are pointed out below.-J. B.]

FRIENDSHIP, peculiar boon of Heaven,
The noble mind's delight and pride,
To men and angels only given,
To all the lower world deny'd.

While Love, unknown among the blest,
Parent of thousand wild desires,"
The savage and the human breast
Torments alike with raging fires; b

With bright, but oft destructive, gleam,
Alike o'er all, his lightnings fly;
Thy lambent glories only beam
Around the fav'rites of the sky.

Thy gentle flows of guiltless joys
On fools and villains ne'er descend
In vain for thee the tyrant sighs,
And hugs a flatterer for a friend.

• Parent of rage and hot desires.-Mrs. W.
Inflames alike with equal fires.

In vain for thee the monarch sighs.

d

Directress of the brave and just,

O guide us through life's darksome way!
And let the tortures of mistrust
On selfish bosoms only prey.

Nor shall thine ardours cease to glow,"
When souls to blissful climes remove:
What rais'd our virtue here below,

Shall aid our happiness above.

This Stanza is omitted in Mrs. Williams's Miscellanies, and instead of it we have the following, which may be suspected from internal evidence not to have been Johnson's:

When virtues, kindred virtues meet,
And sister-souls together join,
Thy pleasures permanent, as great,
Are all transporting-all divine.
O! shall thy flames then cease to glow.

ON SEEING A BUST OF MRS. MONTAGUE.

HAD this fair figure which this frame displays,
Adorn'd in Roman time the brightest days,
In every dome, in every sacred place,
Her statue would have breath'd an added grace,
And on its basis would have been enroll'd,

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This is Minerva, cast in virtue's mould."

IMPROVISO

ON A YOUng heir's COMING OF age.

LONG expected one-and-twenty,

Ling'ring year, at length is flown; Pride and pleasure, pomp and plenty,

Great

are now your own.

Loosen'd from the minor's tether,

Free to mortgage or to sell; Wild as wind, and light as feather, Bid the sons of thrift farewell.

Call the Betseys, Kates, and Jennies,
All the names that banish care;
Lavish of your grandsire's guineas,
Shew the spirit of an heir.

All that prey on vice or folly
Joy to see their quarry fly:
There the gamester light and jolly,
There the lender grave and sly.

Wealth, my lad, was made to wander,
Let it wander as it will;

Call the jockey, call the pander,
Bid them come and take their fill.

When the bonny blade carouses,
Pockets full, and spirits high-
What are acres? what are houses?
Only dirt or wet or dry.

Should the guardian friend, or mother
Tell the woes of wilful waste;
Scorn their counsel, scorn their pother,
You can hang or drown at last.