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Too happy rival dwell not there
To rack my heart with jealous care,
But quit the bleft abode, tho' loth,
And quickly paffing, cafe us both,

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VERSES written in a LADY'S SHERLOCK upon Death.

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Iftaken fair, lay Sherlock by,
His doctrine is deceiving;

For whilft he teaches us to die,
He cheats us of our living.

To die's a leffon we shall know
Too foon without a master;

Then let us only ftudy now
How may we live the faster.

To live's to love, to blefs, be bleft
With mutual inclination;

Share then my ardour in your breast,
And kindly meet my paffion.

But if thus blefs'd I may not live,

And pity you deny,

To me at least your Sherlock give,

'Tis I muft learn to die.

SONG.

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SONG.

HEN Fanny blooming fair

Firft caught my ravish'd fight,
Struck with her shape and air,
I felt a strange delight:
Whilft eagerly I gaz'd,

Admiring ev'ry part,
And ev'ry feature prais'd,
She ftole into my heart.

In her bewitching eyes

Ten thousand loves appear; There Cupid basking lies,

His fhafts are hoarded there, Her blooming cheeks are dy'd

With colour all their own,

. Excelling far the pride

Of rofes newly blown.

Her well-turn'd limbs confefs,

The lucky hand of Jove;

Her features all exprefs

The beauteous queen of love :

What

What flames my nerves invade,
When I behold the breaft

Of that too charming maid
Rife, fuing to be press'd!

Venus round Fanny's waist,
Has her own Ceftus bound,
With guardian Cupids grac❜d,
Who dance the circle round.
How happy must he be,

Who fhall her zone unloose!
That blifs to all, but me,
May heaven and she refufe,

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SONG.

Henever, Chloe, I begin

Your heart like mine to move,

You tell me of the crying fin

Of unchafte lawless love.

How can that paffion be a fin,

Which gave to Chloe birth? How can those joys but be divine,

Which make a heaven on earth?

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To wed, mankind the priest trepann'd,
By fome fly fallacy,

And difobey'd God's great command,

Increase and multiply.

You say that love's a crime; content:
Yet this allow you must,

More joy's in heav'n if one repent,
Than over ninety just.

Sin then, dear girl, for heaven's fake,
Repent and be forgiven;
Bless me, and by repentance make
A holy day in heav'n.

INDEX

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INDEX to the First Volume.

Poem to his Excellency the Lord Privy Seal on the
Profpect of Peace

To the Right Hon. the Earl of Warwick, &c.

Colin and Lucy

An Imitation of the Prophecy of Nereus, from Horace,

Book III. Ode XXV.

To Sir Godfrey Kneller at his Country Seat

On the Death of the Earl of Cadogan

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36

38

41

An Ode infcrib'd to the Right Hon. the Earl of Sunderland
at Windfor

Kenfington Garden

An Epiftle from a Lady in England to a Gentleman at

Avignon

61

The Female Reign, an Ode

69

Six Town Eclogues

82

The Lover, A Ballad, To Mr. C

105

The Lady's Refolve. Written Extempore on a Window 107

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The Spleen. An Epiftle to Mr. C. J.

An Epigram on the Rev. Mr. Laurence Echard's and

116

Bishop Gilbert Burnet's Hiftories

The Sparrow and Diamond. A Song

Jove and Semele

The Seeker

On Barclay's Apology for the Quakers

Pre-Existence. A Poem, in Imitation of Milton

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