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DIDACTIC AND MORAL PIECES.
MY MIDNIGHT MEDITATION.
Ill-busied man! why should’st thou take such care
Each drooping season and each flower doth cry,
The beating of thy pulse (when thou art well)
And all those weeping dews which nightly fall
Dr. King's Poems, p. 138.
TIMES GO BY TURNS.
The lopped tree in time may grow again,
The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow,
Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring,
A chance may win that by mischance was lost,
ROBERT SOUTHWELL. THE
SEARCH AFTER FELICITY.
The wisest men that nature e'er could boast,
One digs to Pluto's throne, thinks there to find
* Keenly they hunted, &c.] To this and the succeeding lines may with jus be applied what Dr. Warton has observed of some lines of Pope : “ The metaphors in the succeeding lines, drawn from the fieldsports of setting and shooting, seem below the dignity of the subject.”
Essay on Pope, Vol. II. p. 124.