As thy pinions wave, appears;Flow'rs and eyes, and wood, and hill
Thoughtfully to float for ever
ONCE two persons uninvited
The gard'ner next door o'er the hedge sees the youth:"I'm not such a fool as that, in good truth;My pleasure is ever to cherish each flower,And see that no birds my fruit e'er devour.But when 'tis ripe, your money, good neighbour!'Twas not for nothing I took all this labour!"And such, methinks, are the author-tribe.
Over the wheel I, roaring, bound,
On one foot, as usual, cradled,From the flasks his fish-refection
Though at first she feels confin'd,
BUSH and vale thou fill'st again
Hast wept full many a tear.
For all around appear'd to burn and glow.Then saw I, on the clouds borne gracefully,
That we are not liberal;
To unravel my looks trulyIn return be your endeavour!