Adriani Morientis ad Animam.
Nimula, vagula, blandula,
Hofpes, Comefque Corporis,
Qua nunc abibis in loca,
Pallidula, rigida, nudula ?
Nec ut foles, dabis joca.
By Monfieur Fontenelle.
MT en vas done, ma Fille, & Dien fcache où tu vas;
A petite Ame, ma Mignonne,
Tu pars feulette, nie & tremblotante, helas!
Que deviendra ton humeur folichonne?
Que deviendront tant de jolis ebats ?
Poor liten
OR little, pretty, flutt'ring thing,
Muft we no longer live together?
And doft thou prune thy doubtful Wing,
To take thy Flight thou know'ft not whither?
Thy hum'rous Vein, thy pleasing Folly,
Lyes interrupted and forgot;
And penfive, wav'ring, melancholy,
Thou dread'ft and hop'ft thou know'ft not what.
To a Child of Quality of Five Years old, the Author fuppos'd Forty.
Lords, Knights, and Squires, the num'rous. Band
That wear the Fair Mifs Mary's Fetters,
Were fummon'd by her high Command,
To show their Paffion by their Letters.
My Pen amongst the rest I took,
Leaft thofe bright Eyes that cannot read, Shou'd dart their kindling Fires, and look The Pow'r they have to be obey'd.
Nor Quality, nor Reputation,
Forbid me yet my Flame to tell,
Dear Five Years old befriends my Paffion,
And I may Write 'till the can Spell.
For while the makes her Silk-worms Beds,
With all the tender things I fwear,
Whilft all the House my Paffion reads,
In Papers round her Baby's Hair :
She may receive and own my Flame.
For tho the ftricteft Prudes fhou'd know it,
She'll pass for a-most virtuous Dame,
And I for an unhappy Poet.
Then too, alas, when the shall rear
The Lines fome younger Rival fends, She'll give me leave to Write, I fear, And we fhall ftill continue Friends.
For as our diff'rent Ages move,
'Tis fo ordain'd, wou'd Fate but mend it, That I fall be paft making Love,
When the begins to comprehend it,
The LADY'S LOOKING GLASS,
In Imitation of a Greek IDYLLIUM.
By the fame Hand,
Elia I the other Day
Card v'er the Sandhills to the Sea:
The fetting Sun adorn'd the Coaft,
His Beams entire, his Fierceness loft;
And on the Surface of the Deep, r
The Winds lay only not asleep;
The Profpect and the Nymph were gay,
With filent Joy I heard her fay,
That we fhou'd walk there ev'ry Day.
But oh! ! the Change! the Winds grew high,
Impending Tempests charge the Sky; ·
The Light'ning flies, the Thunder roars,
And big Waves lash the frigh'ned Shoars.
Struck with the Horror of the Sight,
She turns her Head and wings her Flight,
And trembling, vows the ne'er again
Will prefs the Shoar or fee the Main,
Look back at least once more, faid I,
Thy self in that great Glafs defcry;
When thou art in good Humour dreft,
When gentle Reafon rules thy Breaft,
The Sun upon the calmest Sea
Appears not half fo bright as Thee: +
'Tis then that with Delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of Love;
I bless my Chain, I hand my Qar
Nor think on all I left on Shoar.
But when vain Doubts and groundless Fear
Do that dear foolish Bofom tear,
When the big Lip and watry Eye
Tell me the rifing Storm is nigh;
'Tis then thou art yon angry Main,
Deform'd by Winds, and dash'd by Rain;
And the poor Sailor that must try.
Its Fury, labours less than 1.
Shipwreck'd, in vain to Land I make,
While Love and Fate ftill drive me back;
Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way, t
I chide thee firft and then obey,..
Wretched when from thee, vext when nigh,
I with thee or without thee die..
To a Boy playing with his CAT.
HE am'rous Youth, whofe tender Breaft
Twas by his darling cat foffeft,
Obtain'd of Venus his Defire,
(Howe'er irregular his Fire.)
Nature the Pow'r of Love obey'd,
The Cat became a blushing Maid,
And potent of his Vows and Joys,
He thank'd the Gods, and bleft his Choice.
Ah! beauteous Boy, take care least thou
Renew the fondness of his Vow,
Take care to think the Queen of Love
Will e'er thy Fav'rites Charms improve;
Shoud'ft thou prefer fo rafh a Pray'r,
The Queen of Love wou'd never hear.
Ah! rather from her Altars run,
Leaft thou be griev'd and the undone.
The Queen of Love will quickly fee
Her own Adonis live in thee;
And glances thrown upon a Beast,
Which well might make a Goddefs bleft,
Will lightly her firft Love deplore,
Will eally forgive the Boar,
And on her Tabby Rival's Face,
Enrag'd will mark her new Difgrace.
A S SONG.
By the fame Hand.
N vain you tell your parting Lover,
You wish fair Winds may waft him over.
Alas, what Winds can happy prove,
That bear me far from what I love?
Alas, what Dangers on the Main
Can equal thofe that 1 fuftain,
From flighted Vows and cold Difdain?
Be gentle, and in pity chufe
To wish the wildeft Tempefts loofe;
That thrown again upon the Coast,
Where firft my Shipwreck'd Heart was loft,
I may once more repeat my Pain,
Once more in dying Notes complain
Of flighted Vows and cold Disdain.
Monfieur De la Fontaine's HANS CARVEL Imitated.
H Married a Lals of London Mould;
ANS Carvel, Impotent and Old,
Handfome enough, extreamly gay,
Lov'd Mufick, Company and Play;
High Flights fhe had, and Wit at Will,
And fo her Tongue lay feldom ftill;
For in all Vifits who but She,
To Argue or to Repartee?
She made it plain that Human Paffion
Was order'd by Predeftination;
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