University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
  
  

collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
 III. 
 IV. 
 V. 
 VI. 
 VII. 
 VIII. 
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
 III. 
 IV. 
 V. 
 VI. 
 VII. 
 VIII. 
 IX. 
 X. 
 XI. 
 XII. 
 XIII. 
 XIV. 
 XV. 
 XVI. 
 XVII. 
 XVIII. 
 XIX. 
 XX. 
 XXI. 
 XXII. 
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
 III. 
 IV. 
 V. 
 VI. 
 VII. 
 IX. 
SONG IX. HARK AWAY!
 X. 
 XI. 
 XII. 
 XIII. 
 XIV. 
 XV. 
 XVI. 
 XVII. 
 XVIII. 
 XIX. 
 XX. 
 XXI. 
 XXII. 
 XXIII. 
 XXIV. 
 XXV. 
 XXVI. 
 XXVII. 
 XXVIII. 
 XXIX. 
 XXX. 
 XXXI. 
 XXXII. 
 XXXIII. 
 XXXIV. 
 XXXV. 
 XXXVI. 
 XXXVII. 
 XXXVIII. 
 XXXIX. 
 XL. 
 XLI. 
 XLIV. 
 XLV. 
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


153

SONG IX. HARK AWAY!

This world's a wide plain, where, like hounds in full cry,
Mankind are all eager the chase to pursue;
O'er the strong bounds of reason regardless they fly,
To hunt down each other, when profit's in view:
Led on by ambition, pride, riches, or fame,
Each mortal toils hard in pursuit of his game.
Observe life's vain fantastic crew;
See how each hunts with game in view:
The young, the old, the grave, the gay,
All join the cry of hark away!

156

The soldier hunts honour, and flies to the war;
The patriot's in quest of a pension or place;
At the sound of a title, a ribband, or star,
The courtier he eagerly joins in the chase:
The doctor hunts patients, the lawyer a fee,
And a mitre's fine game grave divines all agree.
Observe life's vain fantastic crew, &c.
In pursuit of the fashion yon pert powder'd beau
O'er Pleasure's gay course gallops heedless along;
The coquette so artful each charm tries to shew,
And in quest of a lover still joins in the throng:
Whilst Folly starts game to amuse the gay town,
See Vice in full cry hunting poor Virtue down.
Observe life's vain fantastic crew;
See how each hunts with game in view:
The young, the old, the grave, the gay,
All join the cry of hark away!