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X. “ Did not thy owner, when we parted lait,
“ Promise to keep thee safe for me alone ? “ Scarce of our abfence three short months are past,
“ And thou already from thy poft art flown. ,
XI. “ Be not enrag’d, replied th’ Apostle kind
“ 'Since that this maidenhead is thine by right, “ Take it away; and, when thou haft a mind,
“ Carry it thither whence it took its flight."
XII. “ Thanks, Holy Father !” quoth the joyous Knight,
“ The Moon shall be no loser by your grace : “ Let me but have the use on 't for a night,
“ And I 'll restore it to its present place."
TO A YOUNG LADY.
scenes we find
But, fav’d by Belvidera's charming tears,
In wretched Jaffier, we with pity view
But the, who urg'd him to that pious deed,
66 hide, “ That Hymen's bands by prudence should be tied. “ Venus in vain the wedded pair would crown, “ If angry Fortune on their union frown: “ Soon will the flattering dreams of joys be o'er, “ And cloy'd imagination cheat no more; « Then, waking to the sense of lasting pain, " With mutual tears the bridal couch they stain ;
And * The twelve following lines, with some small variations, have been already printed in “ Advice to a “ 'Lady,” p. 39; but, as Lord Lyttelton chose to introduce them here, it was thought more eligible to repeat these few lines, than to suppress the reft of the poem.
" And that fond love, which should afford relief,
ELL me, my heart, fond Nave of hopelefs love,
And doom'd its woes, without its joys, to proves
talk, for feeble Reason too severe.!
*Must I forbid my eyes that heavenly fight,
O Waller! Petrarch! you who tun'd the lyre
INSCRIPTION for a Bust of Lady SUFFOLKS Designed to be set up in a Wood at Stowe.
1732. HER wit
and beauty for a court were made : But truth and goodness fit her for a shade.
SULPICIA TO CERINTHUS,
IN HER SICKNESS.
(Sent to a Friend, in a Lady's Name.) SAY, my Cerinthus, does thy tender breast
Feel the same feverish heats that mine moleft:
weary Myself I torture, while the world I cheat: Though Prudence bids me strive to guard my fame, Love sees the low hypocrisy with shame; Love bids me all confess, and call chee mine, Worthy my heart, as I am worthy thine : Weakness for thee I will no longer hide; Weakness for thee is woman's noblest pride.
CATO’S SPEECH TO LABIENUS.
In the Ninth Book of LUCAN.
(“.Quid quæri, Labiene, jubes, &c.")
WHAT, Labienus, would thy fond defire,
Of horned Jove's prophetic thrine enquire ?