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,
It terrifies the guilty Souls.

• But Kings you fay, fcarce dare to frown,
• And threat'ning Nods must shake a Crown.
Tis true they muft- but can't you tell,
No Crown e'er book, but Subjects fell?
You hold befides, extremely wife !
While Bow ftands bent, no Arrow flies..

As wifely fay who can conteft

With Piftol cock'd against his Breaft?
Much less can he who fees Eye Darts

In CUPID'S Bow bent at his Heart.

Soon may the Bow now bent, unbend,
And Death its Emiffary fend;

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,
Can ftop this Dart, tho' Piftol-Proof.
Your CÆSAR, and your PHILIP's Son,
By Force their mighty Scepters won.
Maintain'd their Pow'r by threat'ning Nods,
While trembling Nations own'd them. Gods.

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;
Nor yet Almighty Jove,

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;
FLIR TILLA ne'er was mine;

There's None fo ftupid to believe,
That we cou'd you defign.

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.
Bright as This Lucid Glass, her Eyes now feem,
Like This, breath'd on, by fell Disease, grow dim.
Like Glass in ev'ry strongest Vow the makes,
Brittle as That, as cafily she breaks;

Such is her Honour:- Short her Fame we find,

Which crack'd, muft perifh by the firft High Wind.

E Graco