The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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ODE IX.
Peter moralizeth, and giveth good Advice.
Envy and Jealousy, that pair of devils
Stuff'd like Pandora's box with wondrous evils,
I hate, abhor, abominate, detest,
Like Circe turning man into a beast.
Stuff'd like Pandora's box with wondrous evils,
I hate, abhor, abominate, detest,
Like Circe turning man into a beast.
Beneath their cankering breath no bud can blow;
Their black'ning pow'r resembles smut in corn,
Which kills the rising ears, that should adorn,
And bid the vales with golden plenty glow.
Their black'ning pow'r resembles smut in corn,
Which kills the rising ears, that should adorn,
And bid the vales with golden plenty glow.
Yet fierce, in yonder dome
, each demon reigns;
Their poison swells too many an artist's veins,
Draws from each lab'ring heart the fearful sigh,
And casts a sullen gloom on ev'ry eye.
Their poison swells too many an artist's veins,
Draws from each lab'ring heart the fearful sigh,
And casts a sullen gloom on ev'ry eye.
Brushmen! accept the counsel Peter sends,
Who scorns th' acquaintance of this brace of fiends:
Should any with uncommon talents tow'r;
To any is superior science giv'n—
O, let the weaker feel their happy pow'r,
Like plants that triumph in the dews of heav'n.
Who scorns th' acquaintance of this brace of fiends:
Should any with uncommon talents tow'r;
To any is superior science giv'n—
O, let the weaker feel their happy pow'r,
Like plants that triumph in the dews of heav'n.
Be pleas'd, like Reynolds, to direct the blind;
Who aids the feeble falt'ring feet of youth;
Unfolds the ample volume of his mind,
With genius stor'd and nature's simple truth:
Who aids the feeble falt'ring feet of youth;
Unfolds the ample volume of his mind,
With genius stor'd and nature's simple truth:
Who, though a sun, resembles not his brother,
Whose beams so full of jealousy, conspire,
Whene'er admitted to the room, to smother
The humble kitchen, or the parlour fire.
Whose beams so full of jealousy, conspire,
Whene'er admitted to the room, to smother
The humble kitchen, or the parlour fire.
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