SONG

ON A FINE WOMAN WHO HAD A DULL

HUSBAND.

I.

WHEN on fair Celia's eyes I gaze,

And blefs their light divine;

I ftand confounded with amaze,
To think on what they shine.

II.

On one vile clod of earth fhe feems
To fix their influence;

Which kindles not at thofe bright beams,

Nor wakens into fenfe.

III.

Loft and bewilder'd with the thought,

I could not but complain,

That nature's lavish hand had wrought

This faireft work in vain.

IV.

Thus fome, who have the stars furvey'd,

Are ignorantly led,

To think thofe glorious lamps were made
To light Tom-Fool to bed.

OCCASIONED

OCCASIONED BY HIS FIRST VISIT TO LADY WARWICK AT HOLLAND-HOUSE.

H

I.

EARING that Chloe's bower crown'd
The fummit of a neighbouring hill,

Where every rural joy was found,

Where health and wealth were plac'd around,
To wait like fervants on her will.

II.

I went, and found 'twas as they faid,
That every thing look'd fresh and fair;
Her herds in flowery paftures ftray'd,
Delightful was the green-wood fhade,
And gently breath'd the balmy air.

III.

But when I found my troubled heart
Uneafy grown within my breaft,

My breath come short, and in each part
Some new diforder feem to ftart,

Which pain'd me fore and broke my

IV.

Some noxious vapour fure, I faid,

From this unwholfome foil must rise;
Some fecret venom is convey'd
Or from this field, or from that shade,
That does the powers of life furprize.

reft:

V. Soon

V.

Soon as the fkilful Leach beheld

The change that in my health was grown:
Blame not, he cry'd, nor wood nor field;
Difeafes which fuch fymptoms yield,
Proceed from Chloe's eyes alone.

VI.

Alike she kills in every air,

The coldest breaft her beauties warm;
And though the fever took you there,
If Chloe had not been fo fair, .

The place had never done you harm.

S TAN Z A S

TO LADY WARWICK ON MR. ADDISON'S

GOING TO IRELAND.

I.

E Gods and Nereid nymphs who rule the sea!

YE

Who chain loud storms, and still the raging main!

With care the gentle Lycidas convey,

And bring the faithful lover fafe again.

II.

When Albion's fhore with chearless heart he left,
Penfive and fad upon the deck he stood,

Of every joy in Chloe's eyes bereft,

And wept his forrows in the fwelling flood.

III. Ah,

III.

Ah, faireft maid! whom, as I well divine,
The righteous gods his just reward ordain ;
For his return thy pious wifhes join,

That thou at length may't pay him for his pain.

IV.

And fince his love does thine alone pursue,
In arts unpractis'd and unus'd to range;
I charge thee be by his example true,
And fhun thy fex's inclination, change.

V.

When crowds of youthful lovers round thee wait,
And tender thoughts in sweeteft words impart;
When thou art woo'd by titles, wealth, and state,
Then think on Lycidas, and guard thy heart,

VI.

When the gay theatre fhall charm thy eyes,
When artful wit shall speak thy beauty's praise;
When harmony shall thy soft soul surprize,
Sooth all thy fenfes, and thy paffions raise :

VII.

Amidft whatever various joys appear,

Yet breathe one figh, for one fad minute mourn; Nor let thy heart know one delight fincere,

Till thy own trueft Lycidas return.

THE

WIT

way;

Chanc'd to take me in their
And, to make the favour greater,
Brought the Graces and Good-nature,
Converfation care-beguiling,
Joy in dimples ever smiling,
All the pleasures here below,
Men can afk, or gods beftow.
A jolly train, believe me! No:
There were but two, Lepell* and How.

THE CONTENTED

SHEPHERD.

TO MRS. A

-D.

I.

S on a fummer's day

In the greenwood fhade I lay,

The maid that I lov'd,

As her fancy mov'd,

Came walking forth that way.

II. And

*Afterwards the celebrated Lady Harvey.