And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
Good counsel rejected returns to enrich the givers bosom.
Want of prudence is too frequently the want of virtue.
To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Whichever way we look the prospect is disagreeable. Behind, we have left pleasures we shall never enjoy, and therefore regret; and before, we see pleasures which we languish to possess, and are consequently uneasy till we possess them.