<p>UNTIL this hapless moment I was free,<lb/> And went where'er my will or fancy led;<lb/> But now oh! where- where is that liberty<lb/> So long my boast? alas! for ever fled.<lb/> Ah! woe is me that ever I was lur'd<lb/> By aught so poor and tasteless as this rind,<lb/> To enter here, before I was assur'd<lb/> Some means of exit and escape to find. <lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac170"/> Till now without restraint I ran about,<lb/> Each place alike, a house secure for me;<lb/> I'd holes in plenty to go in and out,<lb/> Nor fear'd our race's direst enemy.<lb/> Now here, now there, the barn, the granary,<lb/> The kitchen, larder, parlour, and the store<lb/> Were mine to roam in full security,<lb/> And feast my fill;-what could I wish for more<lb/> Fool that I was, thus to be captive made!<lb/> I tremble at the doom that waits me now;<lb/> Yet whom I to blame or to upbraid?<lb/> Myself alonel and to my fate I bow,<lb/> Convinc'd too late, that he is caught at last,<lb/> Who runs about too much and lives too fast.</p> <p>IMBERBIS juvenis, tandem custode remoto;<lb/> Gaudet equis, canibusque, et aprici gramine campi,<lb/> Cereus in vitium flecti, monitorbibus asper,<lb/> Utilium tardus provisor, prodigus aeris,<lb/> Sublimis, cupidusque, et amata relinquere pernix.<lb/> MINIMUM debet libere, cui nimium licet.-PLUTARCH. de Educat. lib. in fin.<lb/> Who most would act according to his will,<lb/> Requires most to be restrain'd from ill.</p> <p>Fit spolians spolium.<lb/> The Spoiler is made Spoil.<lb/> ONE summer eve, beneath the greenwood shade,<lb/> I found young Phillis sitting fast asleep.<lb/> With noiseless step before th'unconscious maid,<lb/> Joying to catch her in that slumber deep,<lb/> I stood and gazed; as though to feast my sight<lb/> On ev'ry feature of her charming face:<lb/> And though her eye-lids veil'd from me their light,<lb/> Her rosy mouth, with such bewitching grace,<lb/> Seem'd as it were to proffer me the kiss<lb/> So oft denied me with a smart rebuke;<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac171"/> That turning Thief at once, I stole the bliss;<lb/> But in that theft, lost more than what I took.<lb/> So, gentle reader, in the Love-chase too,<lb/> As with the mouse entrapp'd for love of bacon;<lb/> We're often made our very luch to rue,<lb/> Just when the thing most wished for has been taken.<lb/> I stole from her a kiss, but Phillis, she<lb/> At once stole heart and peace of mind from me;<lb/> The mouse, poor thing, lost life with liberty;<lb/> But without Phillis, what were life to me?<lb/> Oh! Love, thy pow'r surpasses all belief-<lb/> That Phillis sleeping, thus should steal the Thief!<lb/> Who poaching goed on Love's domain,<lb/> Oft loses where he thought to gain:<lb/> And when least thinking such may be,<lb/> To his surprise doth ofttimes see,<lb/> Just like the mouse above pourtray'd,<lb/> Himself ensnar'd, and captive made.</p> <p>-Carpítque et carpitur unà,<lb/> Suppliciumque sui est.-OVID.</p> <p>Poena comes Sceleris.<lb/> Punishment is the companion of Crime.<lb/> JUST as the greedy rat has seiz'd the bacon,<lb/> Down falls the trap, and lo! the thief is taken.<lb/> The prey though seized, of what avail to him?<lb/> That blow struck terror into every limb!<lb/> 'Tis not enough to say: the evil deed<lb/> Brings its requital as the doer's meed:<lb/> The culprit from the moment of his crime,<lb/> Stung by his conscience through each hour of time,<lb/> Though none pursue, in each a captor sees,<lb/> Starts at each sound that's borne upon the breeze,<lb/> And where none other aught of terror deems,<lb/> Quails 'sore the hangman of his nightly dreams.<lb/> THE wicked flee when no man pursueth.-Prov. xxvii. I.<lb/> OH coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!<lb/> Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh-<lb/> What do I fear?-Myself? -SHAKESPEARE.<lb/> WHICH way I move is Hell; myself am hell.-MILTON.</p> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac172"/> <p>WHEN as the conqu'ring fleete return'd from Troy,<lb/> And Pallas stormy wrath did them annoy;<lb/> Then Nauplius sought revenge upon the Greekes,<lb/> And hang'd out Lanterns on the rocky creekes;<lb/> The Greekes deceived did the rockes mistake,<lb/> And dashing gainst them did nights shipwracke make.<lb/> Whilst we unto our wisht-for Country goe,<lb/> This lifes fierce billowes tosse us to and fro;<lb/> Honour and glory hang out lights so faire,<lb/> And Siren-like doe seeke us to ensnare:<lb/> A joyfull, quiet haven they doe pretend;<lb/> But oft they drave us to a dolefull end:<lb/> If thou be wise shunne honours lights so hy,<lb/> And from shipwracking Siren pleasure fly.<lb/> FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>

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