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Rh 4.

This pledge attentively I view'd,

And sparkling as I held it near,

Methought one drop the stone bedew'd,

And, ever since, I've lov'd a tear.

5.

Still, to adorn his humble youth,

Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;

But he, who seeks the flowers of truth,

Must quit the garden, for the field.

6.

'Tis not the plant uprear'd in sloth,

Which beauty shews, and sheds perfume;

The flowers, which yield the most of both,

In Nature's wild luxuriance bloom.

7.

Had Fortune aided Nature's care.

For once forgetting to be blind,

His would have been an ample share,

If well proportioned to his mind.

8.

But had the Goddess clearly seen,

His form had fix'd her fickle breast;

Her countless hoards would his have been,

And none remain'd to give the rest.