f To a FRIEND.. Martial Ep. 58. Lib. 1. Qualem Y velit Puellam. 、, OU ask, Dear WILL, what we difdaing! What Girls our Fancy please lot H tul We like nothofe give too much Pain,, 10. Jum, Bhod? Nor thofe we win with Eafe:allestud For those our Paffions starve, and these will clay,on The Middle only gives the greatest Joy. Cym¶ ein An EPITAPH on D-Scotus, who was bury'd alive. HAT Heav'n declar'd, and all Men did (affert, WH SCOT render'd doubtful, and wou'd controvert: Death doubting how he fhou'd requite his Pains, Inter'd him quick, and then dafh'd out his Brains. A SONG A SONG by by ES, On Mrs. S T I. HLOE has Wit, and Senfe, at Will, CH Nor wants a charming Face ; My Soul of Wit may take its Fill Whilft I her Bofom prefs. II. What Joys, what tender melting Bliss She can beftow all Happiness A Mortal can receive. III. Were she deform'd, as she is fair, I'd love her Wit and Sense; Were fhe a Fool, her matchless Air, For THAT's a Recompence. O that thofe Eyes I ne'er had feen, Nor heard the gentle Flows Of her fmooth Tongue, alas! they've been Fatal to my Repofe. VII. Happy I feem'd the painted Fly, On genial Summer Days, That freely ev'ry Flow'r does try, Taftes all, yet never stays. Fair Bright Sea-born Goddefs, kind as fair, Accept each Vow, and grant each Pray'r, In all resembling thee. X. Tho' from my Breaft my Heart is rent, Imprifon'd cannot rove; Grant my Request, I'll be content Eternally to love. Written under Mrs. A---- H---n's PICTURE. 1 949 Drawn by Mr. VERELLS. ITH aweful Care approach this Sacred (Place, WIT Nor gaze too long on * Yet 'tis not fo,for all that matchlefs Grace, VERELLS affirms he drew from CELIA's Face. What then to paint, may not VERELLS attain? Nought-but the Numbers CELIA Eyes have flain. Vid. Virg. En. 6. I. 467. The |