Poem: IV
The frozen peaks he once explored ,
But now he's dead and by the board.
How better far at home to have stayed
Attended by the parlour maid ,
And warmed his knees before the fire
Until the hour when folks retire!
SO, IF YOU WOULD BE SPARED TO FRIENDS,
DO NOTHING BUT FOR BUSINESS ENDS.
Poem: V
Industrious pirate! see him sweep
The lonely bosom of the deep,
And daily the horizon scan
From Hatteras or Matapan .
Be sure, before that pirate's old ,
He will have made a pot of gold,
And will retire from all his labours
And be respected by his neighbours .
YOU ALSO SCAN YOUR LIFE'S HORIZON
FOR ALL THAT YOU CAN CLAP YOUR EYES ON.
A MARTIAL ELEGY FOR SOME LEAD SOLDIERS
For certain soldiers lately dead
Our reverent dirge shall here be said.
Them, when their martial lead
