pollo wondering stood to fee

The nymph transform'd into a tree;

Vain were his lyre, his voice, his tuneful art,

His paffion and his race divine;

(fhine

Nor cou'd th' eternal beams that round his temples

Melt the cold virgin's frozen heart.

Nature alone can love infpire,
Art is vain to move defire;
If nature does the fair incline,
To their own paffion they'll refign.

Nature alone, &c.

I'll climb the frosty mountain,

And there I'll coin the weather;
I'll tear the rainbow from the sky,
And tye both ends together.

The ftars pluck from their orbs too,
And croud them in my budget:
And whether I'm a roaring boy,
Let all the nation judge it.

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VOL. III.

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A

ND I'll o'er the moor to Maggy,
Her wit and sweetness call me;
Then to my fair I'll fhew my mind,
Whatever may befal me.

If the love mirth, I'll learn to fing;
Or likes the nine to follow,
I'll lay my lugs in Pindus' fpring,
And invocate Apollo.

If fhe admire a martial mind,

I'll fheath my limbs in armour;
If to the fofter dance inclin'd,
With gayeft airs I'll charm her;
If fhe love grandeur, day and night
I'll plot my nation's glory,
Find favour in my prince's fight,
And shine in future story.

Beauty can wonders work with cafe,
Where wit is corresponding,
And bravest men know beft to please,
With complaifance abounding."

My bonny Maggy's love can turn
Mc to what shape she pleases,

Af in her breaft that flame fhall burn

Which in my bofom blazes.

Mr

Y

My goddefs, Lidia, heavenly fair,

As lillies fweet, as foft as air;

Let loose thy treffes, fpread thy charms,
And to my love give fresh alarms.

O let me gaze on those bright eyes;
Tho' facred lightning from 'em Alies:
Shew me that foft, that modest grace,
Which paints with charming red thy face.

Give me ambrofia in a kifs,

That I may rival Fove in blifs;
That I may mix my foul with thine,
And make the pleafure all divine:

O hide thy bofom's killing white,
(The milky-way is not fo bright;)
Left you my ravish'd foul opprefs
With beauty's pomp, and sweet excess.

Why draw it thou from the purple flood
Of my kind heart the vital blood?
Thou art all over endless charms!
O take me, dying, to thy arms.

NIL

A

s early I walk'd, on the first of fweet May,
Beneath a steep mountain,

Befide a clear fountain,

I heard a grave lute foft melody play,
Whilft the eccho refounded the dolorous lay,

I liften'd and look'd, and spy'd a young fwain,
With afpect diftreffed,

And fpirits oppreffed,

Seem'd clearing afresh like the sky after rain;
And thus he discover'd how he ftrove with his pain

Tho' Eliza be coy, why fhou'd I repine
That a maid much above me,

Vouchfafes not to love me?mt

In her high sphere of worth I ne'er cou'd fhine;
Then why fhou'd I feek to debafe her to mine?

No! henceforth efteem fhall govern defire,

And in due fubjection

Return warm affection;

To fhew that felf-love inflames not my fire,

And that no other fwain can more humble admire

When

1.

When paffion fhall ceafe to rage in my breast,

Then quiet returning,

Shall hufh my fad mourning,

And lord of my self, in abfolute rest,

I'll hug the condition which heav'n fhall think beft."

Thus friendship unmix'd, and wholly refin'd,
May still be refpected,
Tho' love is rejected:

Eliza fhall own, tho' to love not inclin'd,

That the ne'er had a friend like her lover refign'd.

May the fortunate youth, who hereafter shall woo,
With profp'rous endeavour,

And gain her dear favour,

Know as well as I what to' Eliza is due;

Be much more deferving, but never less true.

Fall be true that I do think,

There are five reasons we fhou'd drink:

Good wine, a friend, or being dry,

Or left we shou'd be by-and-by,

Or any other reafon why.