Is fhot to blaft the impious One, That dares attempt her Beauties Throne, To keep the Lilly and the Rofe Secure from facrilegious Foes. When Light'ning flies, and Thunder rolls, • But Kings you fay, fcarce dare to frown, As wifely fay who can conteft With Piftol cock'd against his Breaft? In CUPID'S Bow bent at his Heart. Soon may the Bow now bent, unbend, And e'er the twanging String has founded, The Arrow's flown, and he is wounded. Nor Nor Shields of Brafs, nor Coats of Buff, 7 A Recantation of FLIRTILLA, in Imitation of the fixteenth ODE of the first Book of Horace. 1. Ifpofe of our fatirick Strains D" At Pleasure, charming Fair, Confume FLIRTILLA in the Flames: The Fruits of mad Despair. With half fuch Fury are infpired, As a despairing Breast. 3. It fears not Daggers, Seas or Fate; With Thunder, can its Rage abate, Nor Light'ning from above. 4. But like the Tide's impetuous Force, Refiftless pushes on ; Nor Hills, nor Mountains ftop its Course, It bears the Mounds along. 5. When wife Prometheus form'd Mankind Of Clay, he took a Part From Animals of ev'ry Kind, But chose the Lion's Heart. 6. Anger, Deftruction brings on all; Who can it's Mischiefs tell? By By Anger mighty Cities fall, By Rage Thyeftes fell. 7. Forgive then, injured Fair, forgive; There's None fo ftupid to believe, 8. But if we did, 'twas fierce Defire, That urged our Mufe before; Now you with gentler Flames inspire, Our Muses rage no more, W From Buchanan. HO fays that CORINNA fells every [Thing, lies; For her Face, that fells you her Et-Cat'ra, N 2 [the buys. On On CORINNA, imitated from Buchanan. You U oft, CORINNA, ask me if you're [fair? But won't believe me neither 'till I fwear. May I ne'er Leda win, or Helen gain, -- If She or Leda cou'd your Pow'r attain ;: Eoth Gods and Men lov'd them, but yet they had Their Senfes ftill:- Who loves CORINNA's mad. Occafioned by Jeeing fome Verfes on CELIA, wrote on a Pane of Glass. The Place gives Light to what thou wou'd'ft have said. Such is her Honour:- Short her Fame we find, Which crack'd, muft perifh by the firft High Wind. E Graco |