Stanzas to a Friend

AH! think no more that Life's delusive joys,Can charm my thoughts from FRIENDSHIP'S dearer claim;Or wound a heart, that scarce a wish employs,For age to censure, or discretion blame. Tir'd of the world, my weary mind recoilsFrom splendid scenes, and transitory joys;From fell Ambition's false and fruitless toils,From hope that flatters, and from bliss that cloys. With THEE, above the taunts of

Ainsi Va le Monde

O THOU, to whom superior worth's allied,Thy Country's honour�and the MUSES' pride;Whose pen gives polish to the varying lineThat blends instruction with the song divine;Whose fancy, glancing o'er the hostile plain,Plants a fond trophy o'er the mighty slain; I Or to the daisied lawn directs its way,Blithe as the songstress of returning day;Who deign'd to rove where twinkling glow-worms leadThe