So I, my leifure to employ, From nymph to nymph do roam, They are but vifits which I pay, B To a Young LADY Weeping. EHOLD the skilful artist's hand, Or, what e'en contradiction feems, Blend and unite these two extreams; And by a fadly pleasing strain, Give us at once both joy and pain. Thus, while with tears o'erflow thine eyes, While that dear bofom heaves with fighs, Between two diffrent passions tost, I know not which controuls me most. Who fees that face in grief appear, An G An HYMN to Sleep. OD of fleep, for whom I languish, Spread thy facred pinions o'er me, If kind as fair, my prize I'll keep, And lie, and dream, and never wake. But should the fair, divinely bright, Reject my vows, and fcorn my flame, Fly, fly, kind fleep, restore the light, Let Strephon fee 'twas all a dream. L LOVE preferr'd to GLORY. OVE, fpread all thy fweet treasures, Youth, mirth, and smiling pleasures Glory is but a bubble, Loft ev'n while we purfue, "Tis all tumult and trouble, Flatt'ring only to view. But once beauty poffeffing, Give, Love, give me to languish, The G The EARL'S Defeat. To the Tune of Chevy Chace. OD profper long from being broke, A doleful drinking-bout I fing, To chase the spleen with cup and can, The ftout, and ever-thirsty duke Sir Musgrave too of Martin-dale, * A pint bumper at Sir Chriftopher Musgrave's. The |