Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spreadO'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,And orient pearl….

Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall ….

Let all the learned say what they can, 'tis ready money makes the man..

Fortune is like a widow won,And truckles to the bold alone..

For the next inn he spurs amain, In haste alights, and skuds away, But time and tide for no man stay..

The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings..