XVII. To medals there and books of tafte Whilft Imid rocks and favage woods Where Avon winds to mix her floods PANACEA: Or, The Grand RESTORATIVE. By the Same. ELCOME to Baia's streams, ye fons of spleen, WE Who rove from fpa to fpa-to fhift the scene. While round the ftreaming fount you idly throng, Come, learn a wholfome fecret from my fong. Ye fair, whofe roses feel th' approaching froft, And drops fupply the place of fpirits loft: Claverton near Bath, 1750. Ye Ye 'fquires, who rack'd with gouts, at heav'n repine, Condemn'd to water for excefs in wine: Ye portly cits, fo corpulent and full, Who eat and drink 'till appetite grows dull: No more thus vainly roam o'er fea and land, 'Tis Temperance-ftale cant!-'Tis Fafting then; The I The HEROINES, or Modern Memoirs. By the Same. N ancient times, fome hundred winters paft, When British dames, for conscience fake, were chaste, If fome frail nymph, by youthful paffion fway'd, From Virtue's paths unhappily had stray'd: Veil'd in fome convent made her peace with heaven, Not fo of modern wh-res th' illuftrious train, 1751. The The PARTING. By the Same. Written fome Years after Marriage. I. HE rifing fun through all the THE Diffus'd a gladfome ray: My Lucy fmil'd, and talk'd of love, And every thing look'd gay. II. But oh the fatal hour was come That forc'd me from my dear: grove My Lucy then through grief was dumb, III. Now far from her and bliss I roam, All nature wears a change: The azure sky seems wrapt in gloom, And every place looks strange. IV. Those IV. Those flow'ry fields, this verdant scene, With fad contraft increase my spleen And make me loath the fpring. My books that wont to footh my mind No longer now can please : There only those amusement find That have a mind at eafe. Memory! celestial maid-! Who glean'ft the flow'rets cropt by time; And, fuffering not a leaf to fade, Preferv'ft the bloffoms of our prime ; . |