Say, dear Hippolitus (whofe drink is ale, Whose mistress is faluted with a smack, And shake the clumfy bench with country wit; Here breathe, my muse! and then thy task renew, Who lulls the town in Winter with his strain, Is there, whom his tenth Epic mounts to fame ? A PASTORAL A PASTORAL BALLAD. IN FOUR PARTS. These ballads of Mr. Shenftone are chiefly com mended for the natural fimplicity of the thoughts, and the harmony of the verfification. However, they are not excellent in either. YE I. ABSENCE. I. E fhepherds fo chearful and gay, Nor talk of the change that ye find; -I have left my dear Phyllis behind. II. Now I know what it is, to have ftrove H Ah Ah lead forth my flock in the morn, And the damps of each ev'ning repell; Alas! I am faint and forlorn : -I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell. III. Since Phyllis vouchsaf'd me a look, IV. But why do I languish in vain? Why wander thus penfively here? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown! V. When forc'd the fair nymph to forego, She She gaz'd, as I flowly withdrew; I thought that she bade me return. VI. The pilgrim that journeys all day Is happy, nor heard to repine. Soft Hope is the relique I bear, And my folace wherever I go. MY II. HOPE. I. Y banks they are furnish'd with bees, Such health do my fountains bestow; II. Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But a fweet-briar twines it around. III. One would think the might like to retire But I hafted and planted it there. O how |