The eager Sportsman, deaf to all the Charms Of his young Bride, strait leaves her warmer Arms,

When e'er the Boar has broke the knotted Snare,

Or the fleet Dogs purfue the fleeter Hare.

Let Ivy Garlands, which adorn the Great,
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Mix me with Gods, when I fubmit to Fate:

Give me cool Shades, and let the wanton Choir

Of Nymphs and Fauns exalt my humble Lyre;
And ye, O Mufes, lofty Strains inspire.

But if, my Lord, you grant the Lyrick Bays, I to the Stars themselves my Head fhall raise,

To

To the Right Honourable Sir THOMAS PARKER, on his being made LordChief-Fustice.

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HERE fhall we fix our Wonder or our

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While crouding Glories our Conceptions

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And Scenes of ANNA, with fuccessful Light,
By Shade unfully'd, unobfcur'd by Night,
With thronging Splendors fix th' aftonifht Sight?
Where e'er the Thoughts of Awful ANNA move,
In Camp, or State, they all confummate prove,
Surprise our Judgment, and command our Love.
Here the Tribunal wants a solid Head,

Which juftly poifes Lenity with Dread,

To grace th' important Bench, and ANNA ftrait, Unerring as the grand Refolves of Fate,

On PARKER fixes her judicious Eye,

Who can, with the demanded Worth, supply

Aftrea's

Aftrea's Chair; whom Equity extolls,

And Virtue lifts in her diftinguifh'd Rolls;

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He guards the Harmless with the friendly Law,

And checks the Guilty with becoming Awe;

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Whene'er he speaks, Determination joins

His Thoughts, and each concurring Vote combines With his Decree, and no Exception moves,

For ev'ry Argument, a NESTOR proves.

Thus publick Suffrage, with a joint Applause,
Crowns the great Choice that dignifies the Laws
With Worth and Luftre-- May extended Time,
This Fence of Probity, this Dread of Crime,
Prolong: till diftant Years fhall late remove
His aged Merits to the Realms above,

Where nothing reigns, but Innocence and Love.

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To Mrs. A----- H-----n, Tranflated from

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Appy's the Man, whofe Eyes can ev'ry Grace

Behold, and smiling wanton in your Face :

He's happier yet, who, like Arion's Throng,
But hears your Voice and dwells upon your Tongué ;
But he's a Demi God, who all thofe Charms

Does Kiffing hold within his circling Arms;
Among the Gods, a perfect One is He,

Who does thofe Limbs enjoy, as well as fee.

Is feen my Celia's ev'ry Grace;

The very Lilly and the Rofe,

Her Cheeks and Chin, her Lips and Nofe;

And

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Nor doubt, nor wonder it be true,

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The Cause, which did this Heart inflame,

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When e'er I meet, muft do the fame

If I then, as 'tis said I do,

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Then if by Chance
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And fmiling wanton in your Face ;

Or find me gently fqueeze your Hand,

Swearing how much I'm at command;

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