When knaves o'er-reach, and friends betray, Whilst men of sense run mad, Fools, careless, whistle on-and say, 'Tis silly to be sad. Since free from sorrow, fear, and shame, A Fool thus fate defies, The greatest folly I can name VOL. II. WILLIAM BROOME. Cheshire, 1745. Pope's assistant in the translation of the Odyssey, for his share in which work he received five hundred pounds, and one hundred copies. A personal quarrel with him induced Pope to insert his name in the Dunciad, in this, as in other instances, prostituting the noble instrument of Virtue, Satire, to the gratification of private pique. In 1728, Broome took the degree of Doctor of Laws, at Cambridge; and when he died was Rector of Sturston, and Vicar of Oakley Magna and Rye, in Suffolk. MELANCHOLY. AN ODE, Occasioned by the Death of a beloved Daughter, 17. ADIEU vain mirth, and noisy joys! Ye gay desires, deluding toys! 3 If by the fall of murmuring floods, Where awful shades embrown the woods, Or if where winds in caverns groan, Thou wanderest silent and alone; Come, blissful mourner, wisely sad, By tombs where sullen spirits stalk, Open thy marble jaws, O tomb, Though earth conceal me in thy womb! And you, ye worms, this frame confound, Ye brother reptiles of the ground! O life, frail offspring of a day! With cries we usher in our birth, With groans resign our transient breath: While childhood reigns, the sportive boy Learns only prettily to toy; And while he roves from play to play, The wanton trifles life away. When to the noon of life we rise, When youth and strength in age are lost, Withered and wan to earth he bows, A walking hospital of woes. O happiness, thou empty name! If virtue contradict the voice Of publick fame, applause is noise, Look round on all that man below Come then, thou friend of virtuous woe, With solemn pace, demure, and slow : Lo sad and serious, I pursue Thy steps-adieu, vain world, adieu! |