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Studious of ease and fond of humble things.
The flowers anew returning seasons bring!
But beauty faded has no second spring.
The thick-sprung reeds, which wat’ry marshes yield,
Seem’d polish’d lances in a hostile field.
The stag in limpid currents with surprise
Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise.
There solid billows of enormous size,
Alps of green ice, in wild disorder rise.
He the robe of justice wore,
Sully'd not, as heretofore,
When the magistrate was sought
With yearly gifts. Of what avail
Are guilty hoards? for life is frail;
And we are judg'd where favour is not bought.
And thou shalt in thy daughter see,
This picture, once, resembled thee.
To Miss Charlotte Pulteney in Her Mother’s Arms (1724)
Wearied then and glad of rest,
Like the linnet in the nest.
To Miss Charlotte Pulteney in Her Mother’s Arms (1724)
Timely blossom, Infant fair,
Fondling of a happy pair.
To Miss Charlotte Pulteney in Her Mother’s Arms (1724)