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My fishy tail, my arms of azure hue,
And every part divinely chang'd, I view.
But what avail thefe ufelefs honours now?
What joys can immortality beftow?
What, though our Nereids all my form approve?
What boots it, while fair Scylla fcorns my love?

Thus far the god; and more he would have faid; When from his prefence flew the ruthless maid. Stung with repulse, ́in such disdainful fort, He feeks Titanian Circe's horrid court.

CONTENTS

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CONTENTS

ROWE'S POEMS.

HE Golden Verfes of Pythagoras. Tranflated
from the Greek

I

On the late Glorious Success of her Majesty's Arms &

Song

28

Epilogue to the Inconftant: or, The Way to win

him

Horace, Book II. Ode IV. imitated

33

35

39

The Reconcilement between Jacob Tonson and Mr.

Congreve

41

Horace, Book III. Ode XXI. To his Cask

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Collin's Complaint. A Song

Reply by another Hand

50

51

53

Epigram on a Lady who fhed her Water at fecing the

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MR. TICKEL L.

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