Our fureft hope is in an hour destroy'd,

And love, beft gift of heav'n, not long enjoy'd.

Methinks I fee her frantick with despair,

Her ftreaming eyes, wrung hands, and flowing hair;
Her Mechlen pinners rent the floor bestrow,

And her torn fan gives real figns of woe.
Hence Superftition that tormenting guest,

That haunts with fanfy'd fears the coward breast;
No dread events upon this fate attend,

Stream eyes no more, no more thy tresses rend.
Tho' certain omens oft forewarn a state,

And dying lions show the monarch's fate ;
Why should fuch fears bid Celia's forrow rife?
For when a Lap-Dog falls no lover dies.

Ceafe, Celia, ceafe; reftrain thy flowing tears,
Some warmer paffion will difpel thy cares.
In man you'll find a more fubstantial blifs,
More grateful toying, and a fweeter kifs.

He's dead, Oh lay him gently in the ground!
And may his tomb be by this verse renown'd.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind is laid;
Who fan'd like man, but ne'er like man betray'd.

TO

ΤΟ Α

Young Lady, with fome LAMPREYS.

W

ITH lovers 'twas of old the fashion

By presents to convey their paffion :

No matter what the gift they fent,

The Lady saw that love was meant.
Fair Atalanta, as a favour,

Took the boar's head her Hero gave her ;
Nor could the briftly thing affront her,
'Twas a fit present from a hunter,
When Squires fend woodcocks to the dame,
It ferves to show their absent flame:

Some by a fnip of woven hair,

In pofied lockets bribe the fair;
How many mercenary matches,

Have fprung from Di'mond-rings and watches!
But hold-a ring, a watch, a locket,

Would drain at once a Poet's pocket;

He should fend fongs that coft him nought,
Nor ev'n be prodigal of thought.

VOL. II.

Why then fend Lampreys? fy, for shame!

'Twill fet a virgin's blood on flame,

This to fifteen a proper gift!

It might lend fixty-five a lift.

I know your maiden Aunt will scold, And think my present somewhat bold. I I fee her lift her hands and eyes♪^

• What eat it, Niece; eat Spanish flies !
Lampreys a moft immodeft diet:

• You'll neither wake nor fleep in quiet.' i
• Should I to-night eat Sago cream, ledalu
• 'Twould make me blush to tell my dream;
• If I eat Lobster, 'tis fo warming,

That ev'ry man I fee looks charming;
• Wherefore had not the filthy fellow ?
Laid Rochefter upon your pillow?!
I vow and swear, I think the present
• Had been as modest and as decent.

• Who has her virtue in her power? Each day has its unguarded hour;

Always

Always in danger of undoing;

A prawn, a fhrimp may prove our ruin!

The fhepherdefs, who lives on fallad, • To cool her youth, controuls her palate; < Sould Dian's Maids turn liqu'rish livers, ' And of huge lampreys rob the rivers, < Then all befide each glade and Visto You'd fee Nymphs lying like Califto.

The man who meant to heat your blood, ⚫ Needs not himself fuch vicious food

In this, I own, your Aunt is clear,
I fent you what I well might fpare:
For when I fee you, (without joking)
Your eyes, lips, breasts are fo provoking,
They fet my heart more cock-a-hoop,
Than could whole feas of cray-fifh foupe.

PROLOGUE, Defign'd for the Paftoral Tragedy of DIONE.

HERE was a time (Oh were those days renew'd!)

Ere tyrant laws had woman's will subdu'd;

Then nature rul'd, and love devoid of art,
Spoke the confenting language of the heart.
Love uncontroul'd! infipid poor delight!
'Tis the restraint that whets our appetite.
Behold the beasts who range the forests free,
Behold the birds who fly from tree to tree;
In their amours fee nature's power appear !

And do they love? Yes One month in the year.

Were these the pleasures of the golden reign?

And did free nature thus inftruct the fwain?

I envy not, ye nymphs, your am'rous bowers:
Such harmless fwains! I'm ev'n content with ours.
But yet there's fomething in these fylvan scenes
That tells our fancy what the lover means;
Name but the moffy bank, and moon-like grove,
Is there a heart that does not beat with love?

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