Pleas'd ev'n to hear her fex's virtues fhewn, And blind to none's perfections but her own: Not like a fire, which, whilft it burns, alarms; If e'er she fing, a copious theme must chufe. Written in a FLOWER BOOK of my own Colouring, defigned for Lady PLIMOUTH. 1753-4. "Debitæ nymphis opifex coronæ.' BRING, Floara, bring thy treasures here, The pride of all the blooming year; And let me, thence, a garland frame, HOR. Not Not nature can herself prepare A worthy wreath for Lefba's hair, Whofe temper, like her forehead, smooth, From all the nymphs of plain or grove, ANACREONTIC. 1738. TWAS in a cool Aonian glade, The wanton Cupid, spent with toil, A vagrant Mufe drew nigh, and found And is it thine to fnore profound, She faid, yet leave the world to weep But hush from this aufpicious hour, ? The world, I ween, may reft in peace; Sleep on, poor child! whilst I withdraw, When the Caftalian fount fhe faw, That That magic fount-ill-judging maid! Will not the furtive spoils be found? For who will now your altars throng? From love we learn to fwell the lyre; And echo afks no fweeter fong. O D E. Written 1739. HOR. "Urit spes animi credula mutui.” די "TWAS not by beauty's aid alone, That love ufurp'd his airy throne, His boafted power display'd: 'Tis kindness that fecures his aim, In Clara's eyes, the lightnings view; Have all its fweets combin'd; Yet vain the blush, and faint the fire, Though wit might gild the tempting fnare, By envy's felf admir'd; If Lefbia's wit betray'd her fcorn, In vain might every Grace adorn What every Thus airy Strephon tun'd his lyre➡ Which love-fick fwains endure: Refolv'd to brave the keeneft dart Since frowns could never wound his heart; And fmiles-muft ever cure. But ah! how false these maxims provė, How frail fecurity from love, Experience hourly fhows! Love can imagin'd smiles fupply, In vain we trust the fair-one's eyes; As As partial to their words we prove; THE DYING KID. Optima quæque dies miferis mortalibus ævi "Prima fugit A Tear bedews my Delia's eye, To think yon playful kid must die; From crystal spring, and flowery mead, Erewhile, in sportive circles round She faw him wheel, and frisk, and bound; And, on the fearful margin, play. Pleas'd on his various freaks to dwell, Thence eye my lawns with verdure bright, She tells, with what delight he stood, I 2 VIRG. She |