W The MISER'S Mifery. HAT man in his wits had not rather be poor, Inviron'd from morning to night in a crowd, Conftrain'd to be abje&t, tho' never fo proud, Still repining, and longing for quiet each hour, With the means of enjoying his wish in his power, For a year must be paft, or a day must be come, He must add to his ftore this or that pretty fum, But his gains, more bewitching, the more they increase, Such a wretch let mine enemy live if he please, Coyness Coynefs more tolerable than Pride. н, cruel beauty! cou'd you prove A", More tender, or lefs fair, You neither wou'd provoke my love, But your diffembling charming eyes And tho' a rock beneath them lics, To what your fex on ours impos'd' My humble love comply'd; And when my fecret I difclos'd, But nicer honour feigns this part, Against your mind, my fuit I told, F 4 The N The Sweets of Contentment. o glory I covet, no riches I want, Ambition is nothing to me; The one thing I beg of kind heav'n to grant, With paffion unruffled, untainted with pride, The wants of my nature are cheaply fupply'd; The bleffings which providence freely has lent, Whilft fweet meditation and chearful content In the pleasures the great man's poffeffions difplay, For every fair object my eyes can survey, How vainly, thro' infinite trouble and strife, Since all that is truly delightful in life, CHANCE A CHANCE-MEDLEY. s, on a fun-fhine fummer's day, Upon its flow'ry bank I fate, All in the felf-fame fhady grove, But furely, furely, all fhe meant, &c. I held her by the glowing hand,:. When When I beheld her flender waist, When I her charms had wander'd o'er, What follow'd then, I dare not tell; The Paffionate LovER. H! forbear to bid me flight her; Soul and fenfes take her part: Cou'd my death itself delight her, Life wou'd leap to leave my heart: Strong, tho' foft, a lover's chain, Charm'd with love, and pleas'd with pain. Tho' the tender flame were dying, The |