TO JOHN SHUTE, ESQ., NOW LORD BARRINGTON. ON MR. LOCKE'S DANGEROUS SICKNESS, SOME TIME AFTER HE HAD RETIRED TO STUDY THE SCRIPTURES. AND must the man of wondrous mind, Reason at length submits to wear Go, friend, and wait the prophet's flight, And seize it for thy own; Shute is the darling of his years, Young Shute his better likeness bears; All but his wrinkles and his hairs Thus when our follies, or our faults, Thy pen shall make us wise, The sallies of whose youthful wit Could pierce the British fogs with light, FRIENDSHIP. TO MR. WILLIAM NOKES. FRIENDSHIP, thou charmer of the mind, The brightest minute mortals find, Fate has divided all our shares But whilst in floods our sorrow rolls, Serves but to swell our woe. 1" The Interest of England," written by Mr. Shute. Oh, why should bliss depart in haste, And friendship stay to moan? Why the fond passion cling so fast, Yet never let our hearts divide, 1702. TO NATHANAEL GOULD, ESQ NOW SIR NATHANAEL GOULD. 'Tis not by splendor or by state, A more majestic thing. Frown on me, friend, if e'er I boast And wear a bigger load of earth than they. My thoughts look inward, and forget The sounding names of High and Great, When Gould commands his ships to run For well the happy merchant knows But trust me, Gould, 'tis lawful pride Of flesh and sense, to which we're tied: We steer our course up through the skies; We ken the heavenly shore with longing eyes; And beckoning angels stand. 1704. 1 Member of Parliament for a port in Sussex. THE LIFE OF SOULS. TO DR. THOMAS GIBSON. SWIFT as the sun revolves the day Our flesh we borrow of the dust; The babe to manly size, we must Rich juleps drawn from precious ore Still tend the dying flame; And plants and roots of barbarous name, Torn from the Indian shore. Thus we support our tottering flesh; Our cheeks resume the rose afresh, When bark and steel play well their game To save our sinking breath, And Gibson, with his awful power, From the demands of death. |