106 THE POEMS or ANNE �When ever youth is on the wing, �Unless we solidly indite, �Some good infusing while we write, �Lest with our follies hung around, 30 �We like that tree and hedge be found, �Grotesque and trivial, shun'd by all, �And soon forgotten when we fall. �TO DK- WALDRON �A Fellow of All Souls Colledge in OXFORD, Who in a Letter acknowledged his mistake in having lefte that Society & the Muses to follow the Practise of Phisck �'Tis true Mirtillo 'twas a fault �T' have been by glittering profit wrought �To quit that seat of thoughts refined �That Eden to the fruitfull mind �Where thy well nurs'd and thriving Muse �Such sweets and plenty did diffuse �Buisnesse to court thy freedoms fane �Of Life the well nam'd Hurricane �To leave th' embraces of a Friend �Which there kind Fate did often send 10 �A Miser's guilty hand to hold �And feel his Pulse, to feel his Gold �Who startles att the name of thee �And in suspence 'twixt Life and Fee �How to determine seems so loth �Till by delay, he parts with both, �Whom hadd'st thou rais'd from fainting sweats �Supporting Him had propp'd new cheats �By wealth too fatally betray'd 'Twas ill resolv'd to quitt some Maid 20 �Whose blooming youth and chearfull face �Expell'd contagion from each Place ������ �
