Durham.
_Lines on visiting the Portico of Beau Nash's Palace, Bath._--
And here he liv'd, and here he reign'd,
And hither oft shall strangers stray;
To muse with joy on native worth,
And mourn those pleasures fled for aye.
Alas! that he, whose days were spent
In catering for the public weal,
Should, in the eventide of life,
Be destin'd sad distress to feel.
An ever open heart and hand,
With ear ne'er closed to sorrow's tale,
Exalts the man, and o'er his faults
Draws the impenetrable veil.