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No ftores beneath it's humble thatch
Requir'd a mafter's care;
And now when busy crowds retire
And spread his vegetable store,
And, skill'd in legendary lore,
Around in fympathetick mirth
But nothing could a charm impart,
His rifing cares the Hermit fpy'd,
And whence, unhappy youth,' he cry'd,
• From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant doft thou rove?
Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, • Or unregarded love?
Pablifhd as the Act directs, by Harrikn&C, April 1,1781.
Page 355, line 5.
Alas! the joys that fortune brings
Are trifling, and decay;
And those who prize the paultry things • More trifling ftill than they.
And what is Friendship but a name,
A fhade that follows wealth or fame,
And Love is ftill an emptier found,
To warm the turtle's neft.
For fhame, fond youth! thy forrows hush,