Sees his young streams run warbling at his side;
Though some, by art cut off, no longer run,
And some are lost beneath the summer sun -
Yet the pure stream moves on, and, as it moves,
Its power increases and its use improves;
While plenty round its spacious waves bestow,
Still it flows on, and shall for ever flow.
THE NEWSPAPER
E quibus, hi vacuas implent sermonibus aures:
Hi narrata ferunt alio; mensuraque ficti