O COLIN, attend to my tale,

And do not my fondness upbraid,

But let my foft wishes prevail,

And tafte the first Love of a Maid.
Since forrow is follow'd by pleafure,
And laughter fucceeds to a figh,
Ah, let me not mourn beyond measure,
Nor languish for. COLIN, and die.

REv. March, 1762.

If

VI:

If, Lucy, you'll meet me to-morrow,
Then haply my sheep may not rove;
No time fhall be yielded to forrow: +
We'll lie in this grotto, and love.
But, Shepherdefs, this is my reason,
You fee my flocks wander aftray,
To trifle were now out of season,
We cannot be happy to-day.

VII.

Ah, CoLIN, you rob me of reft,
You only poffefs my fond heart.-
See, Lucy, the fun's going west,
And the day juft about to depart.-
Dear COLIN, my forrows increale.
Indeed my poor heart will be broke :-
Dear Lucy, e'en love whom you, please,
For in troth 'tis to me but a joke.
VIII.

How oft have I stood by yon ftile,

O COLIN, and languish'd alone! We've flood, here a wonderful while,

Said CoLIN, 'tis time to be gone.-
Yet look on thy Love with a fmile,
Een tho' I no more can obtain:
Seek fome other Swain to beguile,
To me thy careffes are vain.

IX..
Then COLIN walk'd over the plain,
As light as the leaf on the tree,
And left the poor Nymph to complain,
That a Shepherd fo cruel could be.
And blithe as he whiftled away,

She fent her laft words with a figh;
Tis COLIN's to fing and be
gay,
'Tis Lucy's to love and to die,

X.

She spoke and continued to weep,
As the wearily wander'd the vale;
While COLIN affembled his fheep,
To feed in a beautiful dale.
But wounded that moment by Love,
He felt a new pulfe in his heart;
Then haftily flew to the grove
From whence he faw Lucy depart.

XI..

O flay, pretty Maiden, he cried,
'Tis COLIN intreats you to lay

Your

Your Love fhall no more be denied,

So prithee don't wander away.
Believe me, to have thy fond heart
Is all that thy COLIN defires;
And my flock, if it will, may depart,
But it now no more tending requires.

XII.

No, COLIN, you've often heard fay,

And you'll find that the proverb holds good,
That he who WILL NOT when he may,
Shall fure be denied when he woU'D.
And I wish from my heart that each Maid,
Who offers to COLIN her Love,

And like me should by him be repaid,
As cold and as careless may prove.
XIII.

How mild and how clear is the sky!
The evening how chearful and gay!
And, behold, the green-wood is hard by,
Where Lovers at leifure may stray.
No fpy fhall our pleasures invade,
No jealoufy enter the grove,
We may fafely repofe in the shade,
And give the dear moments to Love,

XIV.

No, COLIN, those hopes are no more,
Thy vows and thy wishes are vain ;
The Love that you flighted before
Shall never be offer'd again.

When I unavailingly mourn'd,

With my pain and my paffion you play'd, So your grief fhall like Lucy's be fcorn'd, Ánd your Love fhall like her's be repaid. XV.

O Lucy, the Hope of my Heart,

My Pleasure, my Love, and my Joy!
Be mine, and we never fhall part,
No time fhall my passion deftroy.
Like others, unwilling to range,
Or quit my old Love for a new.-
As foon as you please you may change,
Said Lucy, fo, COLIN, adieu!

All under the rock as he lay,

And his fheep in the green forest kept,
In forrow he pass'd the fad day,
And over the wild rushes wept.

La,

The Banquet. A Dialogue of Plato concerning Love. The first Part. 4to. 4s. Sandby.

T is always with concern that we behold a Writer of

on fubjects not likely to engage that general attention which is due to his merit. It is in this light that we view the labours of Mr. Sydenham, who has undertaken a work which demands great kill and application, and for which he has fhewn himself eminently qualified; yet nevertheless we fear that it will not be attended with those advantages which we could wifh, and which the Tranflator deferves. He has, beyond doubt, a thorough knowlege of his original; his notes are replete with erudition, and prove him intimately acquainted with the language, and minutest hiftory of Greece.- -But, to fay the whole in one word, Plato is unfashionable. There have been few, it is thought, if any, Platonic Lovers; and we may venture to fay, that the number of Platonic Readers is now very inconfiderable. The piece before us, however, promises more general entertainment than any of the preceding ones; for it treats of that inexhaustible and ever pleafing fubject-Love. Neverthelefs the Dialogue is not altogether conducted in a manner fuitable to the modern taste. For though it affords abundant matter on which to exercise ferious thought and philofophical fpeculation, yet it is not interfperfed with those warm images, which quicken the pulfe. As our limits will not permit us to enter upon minute animadverfions in any article of this nature, it will fuffice to give our Readers a short abstract of the Argument, which will enable them to form a general idea of the defign and conduct of the piece.

The Speakers in this Dialogue are fix ;-Phaedrus, Paufanias, Eryximachus, Ariftophanes, Agatha, and Socrates. The firft of them, Phaedrus, was a young gentleman of the most ingenuous difpofition, modeft, candid, and a lover of truth; refined, elevated, and heroic in his fentiments. His diction pure and elegant; the periods round and well turned; but exemplifying the fame fentiments, over and over again, in va3.

riety

riety of language: and where the fentiments are various, void of all method or order in ranging them. The next speech is that of Paufanias, who appears to have been a statesman or politician, a great admirer of both the Spartan and Athenian. laws, and an enemy to all other fyftems of government and manners. His ftyle is clear and distinct, and he divides his fubject properly, is profufe in ornaments, and rather too nice and accurate; diffufe and ample in his fentiments, though not in his expreffions; and taking a large compafs of argument in the coming to his point. The next fpeaker to Paufanias is Eryximachus, whofe profeffion was that of phyfic or medicine; and his fpeech is fuitable to his profeffion: for he confiders the fubject in a more extenfive view. Beginning from the human body, both in its found and morbid ftate, he goes on like a thorough naturalift, and purfues his inftances through every part of nature, earth, air, and sky, up to that which vulgarly was deemed divine. Next after him fpeaks Aristophanes, that celebrated comic poet, through whose comedies, fuch at least as are still remaining, runs the fame rich vein of humour, the fame lively and redundant wit, the fame licentiousness of fentiment and language, the fame buffoon-like ridicule and drollery on the Gods, and the fame loud pretenfion to piety and religion, which characterize his fpeech in the Banquet. The next speech is made by Agatho, the donor of the feast. Agatho was at this time a young man of a large fortune, generous, magnificent, and polished in his manners. His language is extremely poetical, florid, and abounding with metaphors. The laft speaker on the fubject is Socrates. He delivers nothing as from himself, but introduces another perfon affuming the majestical airs of a teacher, yet condescending, gentle, and affable.

Such is the flyle and character of the compofition. The fubject propofed to be spoken of is "The Praife of Love," fimply and generally; and the fpeech of Phaedrus, who propofed it, takes the word Love in a general fense, so as to comprehend Love towards perfons of the fame fex, commonly called Friendship, as well as that towards perfons of a different fex, peculiarly and eminently ftyled Love. Paufanias diftinguishes between Love of the Mind and Love merely of the Body, proving them to be affections of very different kinds, because productive of very different effects.Eryximachus confiders Love as that univerfal principle in nature, which attracts, unites, or affociates one thing to another in a regular