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Why is this dawn of joy? flow tears again;

Vain are these oaths, and all these vows are vain ;
Daphnis, alas! the Gordian knot has ty'd,
No force nor cunning can the band divide.

Ab faithlefs youth! fince eyes the foul explain, Why knew I not that artful tongue could feign?

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ELEGY on a LAP-DOG.

HOCK's fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more,

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Ye Mufes mourn, ye chamber-maids deplore.

Unhappy Shock! yet more unhappy Fair,
Doom'd to furvive thy joy and only care!
Thy wretched fingers now no more shall deck,
And tye the fav'rite ribband round his neck;
No more thy hand shall smooth his glossy hair,
And comb the wavings of his pendent ear.
Yet cease thy flowing grief, forfaken maid;
All mortal pleasures in a moment fade :

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Our fureft hope is in an hour destroy'd,
And love, best gift of heav'n, not long enjoy'd.

Methinks I fee her frantick with despair,

Her streaming eyes, wrung hands, and flowing hair;
Her Mechlen pinners rent the floor beftrow,

And her torn fan gives real figns of woe.
Hence Superftition, that tormenting gueft,

That haunts with fanfy'd fears the coward breast;
No dread events upon this fate attend,

Stream eyes no more, no more thy treffes rend.
Tho' certain omens oft forewarn a state,
And dying lions show the monarch's fate
Why should fuch fears bid Celia's forrow rife?
For when a Lap-Dog falls no lover dies.

Ceafe, Celia, cease; reftrain thy flowing tears,
Some warmer paffion will difpel thy cares.
In man you'll find a more substantial bliss,
More grateful toying, and a sweeter kifs,

He's dead, Oh lay him gently in the ground! And may his tomb be by this verse renown'd. Here Shock, the pride of all his kind is laid; Who fawn'd like man, but ne'er like man betray'd.

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Young Lady, with fome LAMPREYS.

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ITH lovers 'twas of old the fashion

By presents to convey their paffion :

No matter what the gift they fent,

The Lady faw that love was meant.
Fair Atalanta, as a favour,

Took the boar's head her Hero gave her ;
Nor could the briftly thing affront her,
'Twas a fit present from a hunter.

When Squires fend woodcocks to the dame,
It ferves to fhow their abfent flame:
Some by a fnip of woven hair,

In pofied lockets bribe the fair;
How many mercenary matches,

Have fprung from Di'mond-rings and watches?
But hold a ring, a watch, a locket,
Would drain at once a Poet's pocket;

He should fend fongs that coft him nought,

Nor ev'n be prodigal of thought.

VOL. II.

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Why then fend Lampreys? fy, for shame! "Twill fet a virgin's blood on flame. This to fifteen a proper gift!

It might lend fixty-five a lift.

I know your maiden Aunt will fcold,
And think my prefent fomewhat bold.
I fee her lift her hands and eyes.

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What eat it, Niece; eat Spanish flies! Lamprey's a most immodest diet: You'll neither wake nor fleep in quiet. • Should I to-night eat Sago cream, ''Twould make me blush to tell

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If I eat Lobster, 'tis fo warming,
That ev'ry man I fee looks charming;
• Wherefore had not the filthy fellow?
Laid Rochester upon your pillow?
I vow and fwear, I think the present
Had been as modeft and as decent.

Who has her virtue in her power? Each day has its unguarded hour;

Always

Always in danger of undoing,

• A prawn, a shrimp may prove our ruin!

• The shepherdess, who lives on fallad, To cool her youth, controuls her palate; Should Dian's Maids turn liquʼrish livers, And of huge lampreys rob the rivers, • Then all beside each glade and Visto • You'd fee Nymphs lying like Califto.

• The man who meant to heat your blood, • Needs not himself fuch vicious food

In this, I own, your Aunt is clear,
I fent you what I well might spare:
For when I fee you, (without joking)
Your eyes, lips, breasts are so provoking,
They fet my heart more cock-a-hoop,
Than could whole feas of cray-fifh foupe.

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