V. My books that wont to footh my mind No longer now can please: There only thofe amufement find That have a mind at ease. Who glean'ft the flow'rets cropt by time; And, fuffering not a leaf to fade, Preferv'ft the bloffoms of our prime; Bring, bring thofe moments to my mind II. And II. And bring that garland to my fight, Which then my festive temples crown'd. The gentle things fhe deign'd to say. And sketch with care the Mufe's bow'r, Where Ifis rolls her filver tide; Nor yet omit one reed or flow'r That fhines on Cherwell's verdant fide; The fong it 'vails not to recite But fure, to footh our youthful dreams, Those banks and fireams appear'd more bright Than other banks, than other streams: Or by thy foftening pencil fhewn, Affume they beauties not their own? V. And paint that sweetly vacant scene, I breath'd in verfe one cordial vow; VI. Dull VI. Dull to the fenfe of new delight, On thee the drooping Mufe attends; VII. But let me chase those vows away Thofe anxious moments, ill repaid: Bring me the bells, the rattle bring, Ev'n let me bid my lyre adieu, Then will I mufe, and penfive fay, How sweetly wafted I the day, While innocence allow'd to wafte? The The Princefs ELIZABETH: A Ballad alluding to a Story recorded of her, when fhe was a Prifoner at Woodstock, 1554. WI By the Same. ILL you hear how once repining Each ambitious thought refigning, While the nymphs and fwains delighted Bred on plains, or born in vallies, Stranger to the arts of malice, Who would ever courts pursue ? Malice never taught to treasure, Cenfure never taught to bear: Love is all the fhepherd's pleafure; Love is all the damfel's care. How How can they of humble station Which allows them all to love? Love like air is widely given; Pow'r nor chance can these restrain; Peers can no fuch charms discover, Pinks and roses in profufion, Said to fade when Chloe's near; Fops may use the same allufion, But the fhepherd is fincere. Hark to yonder milk-maid finging, Never yet did courtly maiden Would |