When Newton saw an apple fall, he
In that slight startle from his co
'Tis said (for I 'll not answer a
For any sage’s creed or calculatio
A mode of proving that the earth t

Here once engaged the stranger’s v
Young Friendship’s record simply
Few were her words; but yet, thoug
Resentment’s hand the line defaced
Deeply she cut—but not erased,

'Tis done—but yesterday a King!
And armed with Kings to strive—
And now thou art a nameless thing:
So abject—yet alive!
Is this the man of thousand throne

When Dryden’s fool, ‘unknowing wh
His hours in whistling spent, ‘for
This guiltless oaf his vacancy of
Supplied, and amply too, by innoce
Did modern swains, possess’d of C

Why should my anxious breast repin
Because my youth is fled?
Days of delight may still be mine;
Affection is not dead.
In tracing back the years of youth

Dear Becher, you tell me to mix w
I cannot deny such a precept is wi
But retirement accords with the to
I will not descend to a world I d
Did the senate or camp my exertion

Oh, say not, sweet Anne, that the
The heart which adores you should
Such Fates were to me most unkind
To bear me from love and from beau
Your frowns, lovely girl, are the

Though the day of my destiny’s ove
And the star of my fate hath decli
Thy soft heart refused to discover
The faults which so many could fin
Though thy soul with my grief was

Oh! did those eyes, instead of fir
With bright, but mild affection sh
Though they might kindle less desi
Love, more than mortal, would be t
For thou art form’d so heavenly fa

Why, Pigot, complain of this dams
Why thus in despair do you fret?
For months you may try, yet, belie
Will never obtain a coquette.
Would you teach her to love? for a