 prize;                      20
  While I those transitory blessings scorn,
  Secure of praise from ages yet unborn.
  This thought once form'd, all counsel comes too late,
  He flies to press, and hurries on his fate;
  Swiftly he sees the imagined laurels spread,
  And feels the unfading wreath surround his head.
  Warn'd by another's fate, vain youth be wise,
  Those dreams were Settle's[1] once, and Ogilby's![2]
  The pamphlet spreads, incessant hisses rise,
  To some retreat the baffled writer flies,                   30
  Where no sour critics snarl, no sneers molest,
  Safe from the tart lampoon, and stinging jest;
  There begs of Heaven a less distinguish'd lot--
  Glad to be hid, and proud to be forgot.


[Footnote 1: 'Settle;' see Life of Dryden.]

[Footnote 2: 'Ogilby:' a poor translator.]

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  FRIENDSHIP: AN ODE.

  PRINTED IN THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE, 1743.

  1 Friendship, peculiar boon of Heaven,
      The noble mind's delight and pride--
    To men and angels only given,
      To all the lower world denied!

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

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

  4 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.

  5 Directress of the brave and just,
      Oh, guide us through life's darksome way!
    And let the tortures of mistrust
      On selfish bosoms only prey.

  6 Nor shall thine ardours cease to glow,
      When souls to peaceful climes remove:
prize;                       20 
   While I those transitory blessings scorn, 
   Secure of praise from age so far unborn. 
   This thought once form'd, all counsel comes besides late, 
   He flies to crusade, and haste on his fate; 
   Swiftly he sees the imagined laurels diffuse, 
   And feels the unfading wreath surround his oral sex. 
   Warn'd by another's fortune, vain youth be wise, 
   Those dreams were Settle's[1 ] once, and Ogilby's![2 ] 
   The pamphlet spread, incessant hisses rise, 
   To some retirement the baffled writer flies,                    30 
   Where no sour critics tangle, no sneers harass, 
   Safe from the tart lampoon, and stinging jest; 
   There begs of Heaven a less distinguish'd lot-- 
   Glad to be hide, and proud to be forgot. 


 [ Footnote 1:' Settle;' see Life of Dryden. ] 

 [ Footnote 2:' Ogilby:' a poor translator. ] 

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   FRIENDSHIP: AN ODE. 

   print IN THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE, 1743. 

   1 Friendship, peculiar boon of Heaven, 
       The noble mind's delight and pride-- 
     To men and angels only given, 
       To all the lower universe denied! 

   2 While love, strange among the blest, 
       Parent of thousand wild desires, 
     The savage and the human breast 
       anguish alike with tease fires; 

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

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

   5 Directress of the audacious and just, 
       Oh, guide us through life's darksome way! 
     And let the tortures of misgiving 
       On selfish bosoms only prey. 

   6 Nor shall thine ardours discontinue to glow, 
       When souls to peaceful climes remove:
 prlze;                      20
  While I thosg rransivory blsssings rcorn,
  Secure of praise from ates ytn unborn.
  This thoughg once fogm'd, all ciunstl comes too late,
  He flicf to iress, end hurries on mis fate;
  Sfiftly he sees tfe imagined laurels spread,
  And feels the ungafing wreath sutrounc his head.
  Warn'd by another's fate, vain youth ue wise,
  Those creams were Settle's[1] once, ajd Ohilby's![2]
  The pamphlft spreads, uncefwant hisses fise,
  To some retreat jhe baffled writer flies,                   30
  Whgxw nl sour critirs snagl, no sneers molest,
  Vafe frpm the tart lakpomn, qnd stinging jest;
  Thxre begs of Heaven a less disdiuguish'd lot--
  Glad to ve hid, dnd [roua to be fprfot.


[Foohnove 1: 'Settle;' aee Life of Dryden.]

[Footnote 2: 'Ogolfj:' a poor tranalator.]

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  FRIETDSGIP: AN ODE.

  PRINTED IN RHE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZIJE, 1743.

  1 Friqndship, peculiar boon of Heaven,
      The noble mitd's dxlkghu qnd pfudf--
    To men and angels only given,
      To all fht lpwer world denled!

  2 While love, umkjoeg among the buest,
      Parent of thousanf wild qesirws,
    The savsge and the human breast
      Torments clije with raging firzs;

  3 With brnght, bot oft destructive gleam,
      Aliie o'er all jis lighthkngs fly;
    Thy uamnend glories only beam
      Awound the favpurites of jhe sky.

  4 Thy genhle flows of guiltless jlys,
      On fools and villains ne'er descend;
    Ii vain for thge dhe tyrant fighs,
      And hugf a flatterer yor a frnend.

  5 Directresa of thx brave and tust,
      Oh, coide us throujh life's qarkwome way!
    Xnd let the tottures of mistrust
      On selfish boxomr only prey.

  6 Nox whall thine ardpurr cqade tj glow,
      Wven rouux to oeaceful cllmer rekove:
prize; 20 While I those transitory blessings of from ages unborn. This thought too He flies to and hurries on fate; Swiftly he sees the imagined spread, And feels the unfading wreath surround his head. Warn'd by another's fate, youth be wise, Those dreams were Settle's[1] once, and Ogilby's![2] The pamphlet spreads, hisses To retreat baffled writer flies, 30 Where no sour critics snarl, no sneers molest, Safe from the tart and stinging jest; There begs of Heaven a distinguish'd lot-- Glad to hid, and proud to be [Footnote 'Settle;' see of [Footnote 'Ogilby:' a poor * * * * * FRIENDSHIP: AN ODE. PRINTED IN THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE, 1743. 1 Friendship, peculiar of Heaven, mind's delight pride-- men angels only given, the lower world denied! 2 While the blest, Parent of thousand wild desires, The and the breast Torments alike with raging fires; With bright, but oft destructive gleam, Alike o'er his lightnings fly; Thy lambent glories only beam Around the favourites of the sky. 4 flows of guiltless joys, fools and villains descend; vain thee tyrant sighs, hugs a flatterer for a friend. 5 Directress of the brave just, Oh, guide us through life's darksome way! And let of On selfish bosoms prey. 6 Nor shall ardours to glow, When souls climes
 prize;                      20
  While I those transitorY blessings Scorn,
  secUre Of PraiSe frOm ages yet unborN.
  this Thought once form'd, all couNsel cOmES too LAtE,
  He flIes to prESs, AND huRrIeS on HiS FaTe;
  SwiFtlY he sees The imagineD laUrEls spread,
  And FEeLs the unfadIng Wreath surrouNd hIs head.
  waRn'd BY anotHer'S fate, Vain yoUTh be wiSe,
  Those drEaMS were SETtle's[1] onCE, AnD OgiLby's![2]
  The pamphlet spREaDS, incessant hissEs rise,
  to SOmE REtrEat The baffled WrIter fLIes,                   30
  WherE No SOUR crITics snarl, no snEers molest,
  SAFe fRom the TaRt lAMpoon, aNd stiNgINg jEst;
  There begS of HEaven a lesS distiNGuish'd lOT--
  Glad to Be hid, aNd pRouD to bE FoRgOt.


[FOoTNotE 1: 'seTtlE;' See life of DrYdEn.]

[footnOte 2: 'OGILBY:' a poOr tRansLator.]

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  fRIENDSHIP: AN OdE.

  PrINTed IN tHE GEnTLEMaN'S MaGaZINE, 1743.

  1 friendShip, pEcUliar boon of HeavEn,
      ThE noble minD's dElIghT aNd priDE--
    To men And AngEls only Given,
      To ALl tHe LOWEr World denied!

  2 While loVe, UNKnOwn among The bleST,
      PArENt of thouSaNd wIld dESIres,
    THe saVAgE and the hUman brEAsT
      TOrments AlIke witH rAgiNg fIres;

  3 WITh brIght, buT oft destRuctiVE gleam,
      Alike o'er ALl his lightninGS fLY;
    thY LambEnt Glories only Beam
      aRounD the FAvOurITes of The skY.

  4 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.

  5 DirecTress Of the braVe and just,
      oH, Guide us tHroUgh LifE's dARKsOme way!
    And let tHE TortUrEs of misTruSt
      On selFisH boSomS onLy Prey.

  6 Nor shAll thine ArDoUrS cEasE to glOW,
      When souLs To pEaCefUl cliMEs remoVe:
 prize;                     20
  Wh ile I  th ose  t rans itor y blessings sc o rn,  Secure of praise fro m age sy et u n bo rn.
 This t h ou g h t o nc efor m' d ,all c oun sel com es too lat e, He flies top re ss, and hu rri es on his fa te; 
  Swi ft lyh e see s t he im agined laurel s spread, 
And fe e ls theu n fa ding  wreath surroundh is head.
  Warn'd  by an ot h er ' s  fa te,  vain yout hbe wi s e,
  Th o se d r eam s  were Settle' s[1] once,a ndOgilby 's ![2 ] 
  The  pamp hl e t s preads, inc essa nt hisses  rise,   To so m e retre at the  ba ffl ed w r it er  fl ie s ,             3 0 Where  nos o u r  cri tic s sn arl,no sneers mol est ,
 S afe  from  thetart  l ampoo n, and  stin gi ng jest;
  Ther e be gs of Hea ven  a  le ss  dist i nguish 'dlot --
  Gl ad to b e  hi d, a n dproud to be forgot .[F ootnote1: 'Se t tl e; '  see Lif eofDryd e n .]

[ Foot n ot e 2: 'Og ilby:' apo or tran sl ator.] 
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  FRIEN D SHIP: AN ODE. 
P RI N TEDINTHE GENTLEM AN'S MAGA ZINE ,  1 743 . 

  1  Frie nd s hi p , peculiar boon ofHe aven,     The noble mi nd's delig h t and prid e-- To men and ang els o nly given,       To  allthe lowe r world d e n ied!

 2 W hil e l ove , un known among t h e  ble st ,
     Pa rent of  th ous and  wi ld  desires, 
    The  s av ag eand  theh uman bre as t
   Torme n ts ali ke wi th r ag in g  fi res;

3W i th b ri gh t, b utof t des truc t ive  gleam, 
      Al ike o'er  a ll  his li ghtnings fly; 
   Thy lam be ntglorie s only bea m
      Around the favo u rites o f t he sk y.
  4 Thy g ent le flo wso f guil tlessjoys, 
  On fo o l sand  v illains ne ' e r d escen d; 
   In vai n for thee the tyr a ntsighs,
     And  hug s afla t te r erfo r  af r iend.

  5 Dire ctress ofth e  b rave and j u st, 
     Oh , guide  us t h rough l ife's dar ksome way !   A n d l et the tor tures of  mistrust     On  self ish  bosom sonl y pre y.

 6  No r sha ll thi ne  ardou rs ce as e to glo w,
      When souls topeacef ul cl ime s remove: 
 prize;_ _   _ __ __  _  _   20
_ While I_those_transitory blessings scorn,
  Secure of praise from ages yet unborn.
  This thought_once_form'd, all_counsel_comes_too late,
  He flies_to press, and hurries on_his fate;
_ Swiftly he sees the imagined laurels spread,
__And feels the_unfading wreath surround his head.
  Warn'd by another's_fate, vain youth be wise,
 _Those dreams were_Settle's[1]_once,_and Ogilby's![2]
  The_pamphlet spreads, incessant hisses rise,
 _To some retreat the baffled writer_flies,      _     _    _ 30
_ Where no sour critics_snarl, no sneers_molest,
 _Safe from the_tart lampoon, and stinging jest;
 _There begs of_Heaven a less distinguish'd lot--
 _Glad_to be hid,_and_proud_to be_forgot.


[Footnote 1: 'Settle;'_see_Life of_Dryden.]

[Footnote_2: 'Ogilby:' a poor translator.]

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  FRIENDSHIP: AN ODE.

  PRINTED IN THE GENTLEMAN'S_MAGAZINE, 1743.

  1 Friendship, peculiar_boon of Heaven,
 _ __ The noble_mind's_delight and_pride--
    To men and_angels only_given,
     _To all the lower_world_denied!

  2 While love, unknown_among the blest,
   _  Parent of thousand_wild_desires,
_   The savage_and the human breast
  _  _Torments alike with raging fires;

  3_With_bright, but oft destructive gleam,
 __   Alike o'er all_his_lightnings_fly;
    Thy_lambent glories only beam
  _   Around the favourites of the sky.

_ 4 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.

 _5 Directress of the brave and just,
    _ Oh, guide us through life's darksome way!
_   And let the tortures_of mistrust
  __  On selfish bosoms only prey.

__6_Nor_shall thine ardours_cease to glow,
_  _ _When souls to_peaceful climes_remove: