SONG

ON A FINE WOMAN WHO HAD A DULL

HUSBAND.

I.

WHEN on fair Celia's eyes I gaze,

And bless 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.

HEAL

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 said,
That every thing look'd fresh and fair;
Her herds in flowery pastures stray'd,
Delightful was the green-wood shade,
And gently breath`d the balmy air.

III.

But when I found my troubled heart
Uneafy grown within my breast,
My breath come short, and in each part

Some new diforder feem to start,

Which pain'd me fore and broke my rest:

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 fhade,
That does the powers of life furprize.

V. Soon

V.

Soon as the skilful Leach beheld

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

VI.

Alike the kills in every air,

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

The place had never done you harm.

STANZAS

TO LADY WARWICK ON MR. ADDISON'S

YE

GOING TO IRELAND.

I. .

E Gods and Nereid nymphs who rule the fea!
Who chain loud ftorms, and still the raging main!

With care the gentle Lycidas convey,

And bring the faithful lover safe 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, fairest maid! whom, as I well divine,
The righteous gods his just reward ordain ;
For his return thy pious wishes join,

That thou at length may'st 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 sweetest 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 shall charm thy eyes,
When artful wit fhall speak thy beauty's praise ;
When harmony shall thy soft soul surprize,
Sooth all thy fenfes, and thy paffions raise :

VII.

Amidt whatever various joys appear,

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

Till thy own truest Lycidas return.

THE

WChane'd to take me in their way;

'IT Beauty t' other day,

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 bestow.
A jolly train, believe me! No:

There were but two, Lepell* and How.