❀❀❀❀❀❀************************ FLOWERS. By ANTHONY WHISTLER, Efq; L · Ego apis matina More modoque, Grata carpentis thyma. I. ET fages, with fuperfluous pains, The learned page devour; While Florio better knowledge drains From each inftru&tive flow't. II. His fav'rite Rofe his fear alarms, All opening to the fun; Like vain coquettes, who spread their charms, And fhine, to be undone. The Snow-drop first but peeps to light, And fearful fhews its head; Thus modeft merit fhines more bright, By felf-diftruft misled. V. Th' Auric'la, which thro' labour rofe, The force of education fhows; How much it can impart. VI. He marks the Senfitive's nice fit; If each man's darling vice were hit, That he would act the fame. VII. Beneath each common hedge, he views The Violet, with care; Hinting we should not worth refufe, Altho' we find it there. VIII. The Tuberofe that lofty springs, IX. Fragrant, tho' pale, the Lily blows; In all complexions drest. VOL. IV. X X. Te X. To every bloom that crowns the year, Learn hence, ye nymphs, her face to wear, 25 25 25 U SON G. By the Same. WH HILE, Strephon, thus you teize one, It cannot fure be treason, If I the truth impart. 'Twas not your smile, tho' charming; 'Twas not your drefs, tho' fhining; No-'twas your generous nature; And stole my heart away. The The CABINET. Or, Verses on Roman Medals. To Mr. W. L By Mr. GRAVES. I. O! the rich Cafket's mimic dome! The triumphs of imperial Rome In miniature disclose. II. Lefs facred far those tinfel shrines, And relicks, modern Rome confines, III. In figur'd brafs we here behold From time's wide waste retriev'd, IV. Or filver orbs, in feries fair, With titles deck'd around, Prefent each Cæfar's face and air With rays or laurels crown'd. X 2 V. Ages V. Ages to come shall hence be taught, How mighty Julius fpoke or fought, VI. Auguftus here with placid mien, The gates of War clofe-barr'd are seen, And all the world is peace. VII. A race of tyrants then fucceeds, Who frown with brow fevere; Yet tho' we fhudder 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 ftoic face. Indignant we compare With young Fauftina's wanton grace, And meretricious air. .X. Each paffion here and virtue fhines In livelieft emblems drefs'd: Lefs ftrong in Tully's ethic lines, Or Plato's flights express'd. XI. With |