You think of my muse with a friendly regard,
And rejoice in her author's esteem and reward:
But let not his glory your spirits elate,
When pleased with his honours, remember his fate.
FRAGMENT.
Aldborough, 1778.
Lord, what is man, that thou art mindful of him?
Proud, little Man, opinion's slave.
Error's fond child, too duteous to be free,
Say, from the cradle to the grave,