Why is this dawn of joy? flow tears again; Vain are these oaths, and all these vows are vain ; Ab faithlefs youth! fince eyes the foul explain, Why knew I not that artful tongue could feign? A N ELEGY on a LAP-DOG. HOCK's fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more, SHO Ye Mufes mourn, ye chamber-maids deplore. Unhappy Shock! yet more unhappy Fair, Our Our fureft hope is in an hour destroy'd, Methinks I fee her frantick with despair, Her streaming eyes, wrung hands, and flowing hair; And her torn fan gives real figns of woe. That haunts with fanfy'd fears the coward breast; Stream eyes no more, no more thy treffes rend. Ceafe, Celia, cease; reftrain thy flowing tears, 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. ΤΟ Α Young Lady, with fome LAMPREYS. W 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. Took the boar's head her Hero gave her ; When Squires fend woodcocks to the dame, In pofied lockets bribe the fair; Have fprung from Di'mond-rings and watches? He should fend fongs that coft him nought, Nor ev'n be prodigal of thought. VOL. II. G Why 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, 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 my dream If I eat Lobster, 'tis fo warming, 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, t G 2. PRO |