Chapter 397

Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew; The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery, baptized in tears.

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DR. WALCOTT. 1738-1819.

_Peter Pindar's Expostulatory Odes to a great Duke and a little Lord_. _Ode XV_.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin, so merry, draws one out.

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MRS. BARBAULD. 1743-1825.

_Warrington Academy_.

Man is the noblest growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

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SIR WILLIAM JONES. 1746-1794.

_A Persian Song of Hafiz_.

Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung.

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_Ode in Imitation of Alcoeus_.

What constitutes a state?

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Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain.

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And sovereign law, that state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.

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Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.[21]

[Note 21: "Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix."--_Sir Edward Coke_.]

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CAPTAIN CHARLES MORRIS. --1832.

_Billy Pitt and the Farmer_.

Solid men of Boston, make no long orations; Solid men of Boston, drink no deep potations.

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JOHN TRUMBULL. 1750-1881.

_McFingal_. Canto i. Line 67.

But optics sharp it needs, I ween, To see what is not to be seen.