Where can philofophers, and fages wife, Where worlds unnumber'd o'er th' ætherial way, Now here, now there, they whirl along the sky, 'Then when our trifling fhort-liv'd race is run, Quite tir'd fit down, juft where we first begun.. Tho' to your arms kind fate's indulgent care Let not her charms fo much engage your heart, But when the finish'd dance you once have done, WithTM With fmiles the fair fhall hear your warm defires, When mufic melts her foul, and dancing fires. Thus, mix'd with love, the pleafing toil pursue, Till the unwelcome morn appears in view. Then, when approaching day its beams displays, And the dull candles fhine with fainter rays; Then when the fun juft rifes o'er the deep, And each bright eye is almoft fet in fleep, With ready hands, obfequious youths, prepare Safe to her coach to lead each chofen fair, And guard her from the morn's inclement air: } Let warm, Safely protects her inward frame from harm. But ever let my lovely pupils fear To chill their mantling blood with cold small-beer. Thus, thro' each precept of the dancing art, Thro Thro' ev'ry maze her pupils fhe has led, And fleep's filk cords tie down each drowsy eye; And each bright beau fhall read them—if he can.^ The GIFT of the GODS. O`Large NCE the gods of the Greeks, at ambrofial feast, Large bowls of rich nectar were quaffing; Merry Momus among them appear'd as a gueft; Homer fays, the celeftials lov'd laughing. On each, in the fynod, the humorift drol'd; He fung fongs, reparteed, and fome droll ftories told, • Sire, Sire, Atlas, who long has the universe bore, He complains, that mankind are much worse than 'before. 'So begs to be eas'd of their weight.' Jove, knowing the earth on poor Atlas was hurl'd, From his fhoulders commanded the ball: Gave his daughter Attraction the charge of the world, And the hung it up high in his hall. Mifs, pleas'd with the present, review'd the world round, To find what each kingdom was worth: Like a diamond, the globe with an atmosphere bound, Then variously planted the earth. With filver, gold, jewels, fhe India endow'd; France and Spain she taught vineyards to rear; What was fit for each clime, on each clime fhe bestow'd; And Freedom, the found, flourish'd here, Thus fed and thus bred, by a bounty so rare, We will while we've breath; nay, we'll grasp it in death, Then return it, untainted, to heaven. AFFECTATION AFFECTATION OF DELICACY T RIDICULED. HE languid lady next appears in ftate, Who was not born to carry her own weight; She lolls, reels, ftaggers, 'till fome foreign aid To her own ftature lifts the feeble maid. Then, if ordain'd to fo fever e a doom, She, by juft ftages, journeys round the room: But knowing her own weakness, fhe defpairs To fcale the Alps-that is, afcend the ftairs. My fan! let others fay who laugh at toil; Fan! hood! glove! fcarf! is her laconick style; And that is spoke with fuch a dying fall, That Betty rather fees than hears the call: The motion of her lips, and meaning eye Piece out th' Idea her faint words deny, O liften with attention moft profound! Her voice is but the fhadow of a found: And help! O help! her fpirits are fo dead, One hand scarce lifts the other to her head. If, there, a ftubborn pin it triumphs o'er, She pants! fhe finks away! and is no more. Let the robust, and the gigantic carve, Life is not worth fo much, fhe'd rather starve; But chew the muft herself; ah cruel fate! That Rofalinda can't by proxy eat. 1 THE |