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ER S. By ANTHONY WHISTLER, Efq;

- Ego apis mating
More modoque,
Grata carpentis thymą.

Hori
1.
ET sages; with fuperfluous pains,

The learned page devour ;
While Florio better knowledge drains
From each instructive flow't.

II.
His fav'rite Rose his fear alarmis,

All opening to the fun;
Like vain coquettes, who spread their charms

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And shine, to be undone!

IIT.
The Tulip, gaudy in its drefs,

And made for nought but show,
In every sense, may well express
The glittering, empty beau !

IV.
The Snow-drop first but. peeps to lighf,

And fearful shews its head;
Thus modeft merit shines more bright;
By self-distruft misled.

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V.
Th’Auric'la, which thro' labour rose,

Yet thines compleat by art,
The force of education shows;
How much it can impart.

VI.
He marks the Sensitive's nice fit;

Nor fears he to proclaim,
If each man's darling vice were hit,
That he would act the same.

VII.
Beneath each common hedge, he views

The Violet, with care ;
Hinting we should not worth refuse,
Altho' we find it there.

VIII.
The Tuberofe that lofty springs,

Nor can support its height,
Well represents imperious kings ;
Grown impotent by might.

IX.
Fragrant, tho' pale, the Lily blows :

To teach the female breaft,
How virtue can its sweets disclose

In all complexions dreft.

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X.
To every bloom that crowns the year,

Nature some charm decrees;
Learn hence, ye nymphs, her face to wear,

Ye cannot fail to please.

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SON G. By the Same. WHILE, Strephon, thus you teize one,

To say, what won my heart ;* It cannot sure be treason,

If I the truth impart.

'Twas not your smile, tho' charming;

'Twas not your eyes, tho' bright; 'Twas not your bloom, tho' warming ;

Nor beauty's daz'ling light.

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I.
O! the rich Casket's mimic dome!

Where cells in graceful rows
The triumphs of imperial Rome
In miniature disclose.

II.
Less facred far those tinsel shrines,

In which the fainted bones,
And relicks, modern Rome confines,
Of legendary drones.

III.
In figur'd brass we here behold

From time's wide waste retriev'd,
What patriot's firm or heroes bold
In peace or war atchiev'd.

IV.
Or filver orbs, in series fair,

With titles deck'd around,
Present each Cæsar's face and air

With rays or laurels crown'd.

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V. Ages

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Ages to come shall hence be taught,

In lasting lines express’d,
How mighty Julius spoke or fought,
Or Cleopatra dress’d.

VI.
Auguftus here with placid mien,

Bids raging discord cease ; The gates

of War close-barr'd are seen, And all the world is peace.

VII.
A race of tyrants then succeeds,

Who frown with brow severe;
Yet tho' we shudder at their deeds,
Ev'n Nero charms us here.

VIII.
Thus did the blooming Titus look,

Delight of human kind;
Great Hadrian thus, whose death bespoke
His firm yet gentle mind.

IX.
Aurelius too! thy stoic face

Indignant we compare
With young Faustina's wanton grace,
And meretricious air.

X.
Each paffion here and virtue shines

In livelieft emblems dress'd :
Less strong in Tully's ethic lines,
Or Plato's flights express’d.

XI. With

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