OF TEMPER.

93 As friendly Love had fixt a future time, When to reveal the fecret of the rhyme, Strove till that hour her fancy to reftrain, Nor let her anxious wifhes rife to pain. As gaiety's frefh tide began to roll, Fart in the fwelling channel of her foul, The good old knight defcends, tho' eager, flow, The gout ftill tingling in his tender toe ; And now, paternal falutations part, His eyes he keenly on the paper caft, While his fweet daughter, with attentive grace, Before him flies his ready cup to place ; For tea and politics alternate (hare, In friendly rivalfhip, his morning care, Tho' fmooth as oil the knight's good-humour flows 5 When the mild breeze of pleafant fortune blows^ Yet, quick to catch the cafual fparks of ire, Like oil it kindles into mounting fire ; And fiercely now his flaming fpirit blaz'd, While on thofe galling words he wildly gaz*d,