Category: Johnson

Condemn’d to hope’s delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, or slow decline, Our social comforts drop away. 4 Well tried through many a varying year, See Levet to the grave descend; Officious, innocent, sincere, Of ev’ry friendless name the friend. 8 Yet still he fills affection’s eye, Obscurely…