THO' beauty, like the rose

That fmiles on Polwarth green,

In various colours shows,

As 'tis by fancy feen:

Yet all its diff'rent glories lie

United in thy face;

And virtue, like the fun on high,
Gives rays to every grace.

So charming is her air,

So fmooth, fo calm her mind,
That to fome angel's care

Each motion feems affign'd:
But yet fo cheerful, fprightly, gay,
The joyful moments fly,

As if for wings they stole the ray
She darteth from her eye.

Kind am'rous Cupids, while

With tuneful voice she sings, Perfume her breath, and smile, And wave their balmy wings:But as the tender blushes rife,

Soft innocence doth warm, The foul in blissful extafies Diffolveth in the charm.

The

The Wandering Beauty.

THE graces and the wand'ring loves
Are fled to diftant plains,

To chufe the fawns, or in deep groves
To wound admiring fwains.

With their bright mistress there they stray,
Who turns her careless eyes
From daily triumphs; yet, each day,
Beholds new triumphs in her way,
And conquers while she flies.

But fee! implor'd by moving pray 'rs,
To change the lover's pain,
Venus her harness'd doves prepares,
And brings the fair again.
Proud mortals, who this maid pursue,
Think you fhe'll e'er refign?
Ceafe, fools, your wishes to renew,
Till the grows flesh and blood like you;
Or you, like her, divine.

WHAT

WHAT

THAT tho' you cannot move her
With all your art and preffing?

Vex not, fond filly lover,

Nor curfe the vain addreffing.

Why fhou'd you lament,

When she shou'd repent? What help, if a fool will deny thee? 'Tis all but a miss,

Of a face and a kiss;

And there's a good fex to fupply thee.

Who knows, wou'd you but leave her,
What change she may discover?
Perhaps may grant the favour,

Rather than lofe the lover.

If nothing avail,

Yet, 'tis odds if the fail

To give thee full right to difdain her;
When, after thy love

And thy worth cou'd not move,
A fool that has neither shall gain her.

Make love an eafy fashion,

And thy fuccefs thy measure;
Difcarding ftill the paffion,

That will not bring the pleasure.

Examine not why,

The lady is fhy;

If

If nature, or honour advise her;

But, thy part fairly done,
If fhe'll not be won,

Take leave, and look out for a wiser,

YOU ask, Melissa, why I love;
Go, ask the rifing sun,

The moon, the stars, ask why they move,
And in their order run.

Go to the feas, the restless feas,

Ask why they ebb and flow;

Ask why the damn'd are ne'er at ease,
The happy always fo.

Go fearch thro' nature's fecret laws,
Why to herself she's true;
If you extort from her the caufe,
Then I will answer you.

Advice

Advice to a Friend in Love.

PRY THEE, Billy,

Ben't fo filly,

Thus to waste thy days in grief:

You fay, Betty

Will not let ye;

But, can forrow give relief?

Leave repining,

Cease your whining,

Pox on torment, grief and woe ;

If fhe's tender,

She'll furrender;

If fhe's tough e'en let her gɔ.

WHY, lovely charmer, tell me why,

So very kind, and yet fo fhy?

Why does that cold forbidding air
Give damps of forrow and defpair?
Or why that smile my foul fubdue,
And kindle up my flames anew?

In vain you strive with all your art,
By turns to freeze and fire my heart:
When I behold a face fo fair,

So fweet a look, fo foft an air,
My ravish'd foul is charm'd all o'er,
I cannot love thee lefs nor more.
VOL. II.

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