Prohibiting the use of Spirituous Liquors to Prisoners in certain Jails of the United States Give to the wretched, drink that's strong, (Said David's Son) but we, more wise, With Cyder, from the hogshead, rough, Molasses-Beer, and such dull stuff, The miseries of the imprison'd host prolong. "Shut up in jail from day to day (Methinks I hear a Debtor say) "Victims to public rage and private spite, "All that we had to keep our spirits up "Was glowing wine that fill'd the cheering cup, "This banish'd care, and check'd the rising sigh "Chac'd grief from every heart, gave joy to every eye. "And will ye not this only comfort leave, "Ye men that frame the public laws?-- "Parted from children, friends, and wives, "How heavily the moments roll: "What comfort have we of our lives "If you deny this cordial of the soul? "'Tis this that kills the tedious hour, "Puts misery out of fortune's power. "'Tis this that to the dial's hand lends wings, "Gives to the beggar all the pride of kings, "Sheds joy throughout our gloomy cage "And bids us scorn the little tyrant's rage, "They that are unconfin'd drink what they will-- "Who gave the right to limit men in jail? "Because misfortune sent us here "Must we for that be drench'd with 'table beer,' "Or, in its stead, with Adam's ale?-- "Relent--relent! contrive some other plan; "Wine is the dearest, choicest friend of man-- "They that are out of jail, of all degrees, "Can spend their leisure as they please, "We, that are in, must pass it as we can." [90] Unique in the 1795 edition. ADDRESSED[91] To a Political Shrimp, or, Fly upon the Wheel The man that doth an Elephant pursue Whose capture gains a mighty price, Amidst the chace, heeds not the barking crew, Or lesser game of rats and mice. On ocean's waste who chace the royal flag Stop not to take the privateer; Who mean to seize the steed, neglect the nag; No squirrel-hunter kills a deer. Reptile! your venom ever spits in vain-- To honour's coat no drop adheres:-- To court!--return to Britain's tyrant reign, White-wash her king, and scowr her peers. Some scheming knaves, that strut in courtly guise, May vile abuse, through you, impart-- But they that on no Treasury lean, despise Your venal pen--your canker'd heart. [91] The only trace I can find of this poem is in the 1795 edition. From the last stanza it is evident that it was aimed at Hamilton. HERMIT'S VALLEY[92] With eastern[93] winds and flowing sail To these sequestered haunts we came, Where verdant trees and chrystal streams Adorn the sloping, winding vale; Where, from the breezy grove we claim, Our heaven on earth--poetic dreams. These simple scenes have pleasures more Than all the busy town can show-- More pleasure here Philanthus took, And more he prized this lonely shore, His pen, his pencil, and his book, Than all the groves Madeira bore: