Whofe State can neither Flatterers feed,

Nor Ruin make another's great.

Who envies none whom Chance doth raise,
Or Vice; who never understood

How deepest Wounds are given by Praise,
Not Rules of State, but Rules of Good.

Who GOD doth late and early pray

More of his Grace than Gifts to fend And entertains the harmless Day

With a well-chofen Book or Friend.

This Man is free from fervile Bands,
Of Hope to rife, or Fear to fall;
Lord of Himfelf, tho' not of Lands,
And having Nothing, He has All.

To

To Two LADIES, who defign'd to have call'd upon the Author to walk in the Park at 12 a Clock at Night.

AY, matchlefs Charmers, what ill-fated Stars

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Deter'd your Purpose, rais'd unthought-of

What tell-tale Sifter, or ill-boding Maid,

[Fears,

Cou'd make fuch Beauties, who rule All, afraid?

Some airy Phantom fure by you unfeen

Broke from the Chorus of a neighb'ring Green,

Where they in Pleafures pafs the filent Night,
Envying the Park and Us so fair a Sight.

Then CYNTHIA fmil'd, and all the fhining Train
Of Stars, that govern on the Land and Main,
With joint Confent the Park inviting made,
Whilft gentle Zephyrs thro' the Lime-Trees play'd,
All Things ferene, as when LEANDER came
First thro' the Sea to meet the Afian Dame,

Had you been there, no Winds had dared to roar,
Nor foaming Billows had disturb'd the Shore;
But ftill fecure the Youth had cut the Waves,
As Tyrian Gally row'd by skillful Slaves;

Nor Helefpont had overwhelm'd his Soul,

Since You o'er Earth and Sea, Mankind and all con

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Eafe, charming FLORA, to complain,

Or CELIA's Lofs deplore ;

No Tears can bring her back again,

Then give your Wailings o'er.

When from St. James's you return,

How flow the Time creeps on;

Fair CELIA's Abfence then you mourn,

For fhe alas! is gone.

III.

You call to mind each pleafing Grace
Which heretofore you knew;

The Rofe and Lilly of Her Face

So much ador'd in You.

IV.

Her Humour, that's beyond Compare,
E'en Rival Nymphs will own;

Her Senfe, her Wit, and sprightly Air,
Surpafs'd by You alone.

V.

Survey your felf, and at each View

Her Image you'll recall,

And see whate'er's to CELIA due,

And tafte Delights of such a Kind,

As neither ceafe nor cloy.

VII.

In fpight of Fate, the facred Tye
Of Friendship will remain :

Tho the refolves the FAIR fhall fly,

Her Efforts all are vain.

VIII.

Tho' far away alas! fhe's gone,
You may converse each Hour :

We often read of Wonders done

By fympathetick Power.

IX.

Like the foft Strings of tuneful Lyre

Your gen'rous Minds agree;

Let Phoebus' Hand but this inspire

That feels the Harmony.

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