A modeft merit now the plans to lift, Thy living, Godsfield! falls her instant gift. She fought the man of honeft, candid breast, She fought, the found, and, Hart! the prize was thine. L FUL VI A. A PO E M. ET Fulvia's wifdom be a flave to will, Her darling paffions, fcandal and quadrille; On friends and foes her tongue a fatire known, Her deeds a fatire on herself alone. On her poor kindred deigns she word or look ? Worfe when good-natur'd, than when most severe ; 5 10 The 15 The fates, my nearest kindred, foes decree : Fulvia, when piqu'd at them, strait pities me. She, like Benevolence, a fmile beftows, Favours to me indulge her fpleen to those. The banquet ferv'd, with peereffes I fit: She tells my ftory, and repeats my wit. With mouth distorted, through a founding nofe It comes, now homeliness more homely grows. With fee-faw founds and nonfenfe not my own, She fkrews her features, and the cracks her tone. 20 How fine your Baftard! why fo soft a strain? What such a Mother? fatirize again ! Oft I object-but fix'd is Fulvia's willAh! though unkind, fhe is my mother still! The verfe now flows, the manufcript she claims. 25 'Tis fam'd-The fame, each curious fair enflames : The wild-fire runs; from copy, copy grows: The Brets, alarm'd, a feparate peace propose. 'Tis ratified-How alter'd Fulvia's look! My wit 's degraded, and my cause forfook. You know-But when are wits, like women, wife? I ftart, I ftare, ftand fix'd, then paufe awhile; M 3 30 35 40 Ma Madam-a pension lost—and where's amends? Let Fulvia's friendship whirl with every whim! For fouls, fo form'd alike, were form'd to blend. 45 50 E P I T A PH CL ON A YOUNG LADY. LOS'D are those eyes, that beam'd seraphic fire ; Cold is that breaft, which gave the world defire; Mute is the voice where winning softness warm'd, Where mufic melted, and where wisdom charm'd, And lively wit, which, decently confin'd, No prude e'er thought impure, no friend unkind. Could modeft knowledge, fair untrifling youth, Perfuafive reason and endearing truth, 5 Could Could honour, fhewn in friendships most refin'd, The heightening graces that embellish life; Nor can fhe die-ev'n now furvives her name, 15 GENIUS THE OF LIBERTY. A POE M. Occafioned by the DEPARTURE of the Prince and Princefs of ORANGE. (Written in the Year 1734.) MILD rofe the morn! the face of nature bright Wore one extenfive fmile of calm and light; Wide, o'er the land, did hovering filence reign, When lo! before me, on the fouthern fhore, Stood forth the power, whom Albion's fons adore ; M 4 5 10 Rich Rich Industry to view, with pleasing eyes, Glow'd from the loom, and brighten'd on his vest. Wav'd on his robe, and glitter'd in the fun. My words, he cried, my words observance claim: Refound, ye Muses; and receive them, Fame! Here was my station, when, o'er ocean wide, 15 The great, third William stretch'd his naval pride: 20 Where Naffau's race extenfive growth difplay'd, 30 35 40 Where, |