Valour and Beauty still were Britain's claim, 15 By both the Mufes live, from both they catch their flame. Then as by you, in folid glory bright, Our envy'd ifle through Europe spreads her light, 20 And mark the golden track of Anne's diftinguish'd reign; Sɔ, by your prefence here, we'll ftrive to raise 25 WRITTEN IN A WINDOW A T GREEN HIT HE. GREAT pr. fident of light, and eye of day, Confefs that, in your progrefs round the sphere, You've found the happieft youths and brighteft beauties here. THE TOASTER S. WHILE circling healths inspire your sprightly wit, And on each glais fome beauty's praife is writ, TOFTS AND MARGARETTA. M USIC has learn'd the difcords of the ftate, And concerts jar with whig and tory hate. The British Tofts, and every note commend, Lull'd Lull'd ftatesmen melt away their drowsy cares Who would not fend each year blank paflis o'er, THE WANDERING BEAUTY.. TH I. HE Graces and the wandering Loves To chace the fawns, or deep in groves To wound admiring fwains. With their bright miftrefs there they stray, From daily triumphs; yet, each day, And conquers while she flies. II. But fee! implor'd, by moving prayers, Proud mortals, who this maid pursue, Think you, fhe'll e'er refign? Cease, fools, your wishes to renew, Till the grows flesh and blood like you, DIALOGUE D E L'AMOUR E T DU POET E. LE P. AMOUR, je ne veux plus aimer; Mon Cœur, laffé de fon Martire, L'AM. Contre moi, qui peut t'animer ? LE P. Non, Iris eft une infidelle; Amour, je ne veux plus aimer. L'AM. Pour toi, j'ai pris soin d'enflamer Daphné. Le P. Non, Daphné n'eft que belle; L'AM. D'un foupir, tu peux defarmer LE P. Elle n'eft plus dans le bel age; L'AM. DIALOGUE FROM THE FRENCH OF MONSIEUR DE LA MOTTE. POET. No, Love-I ne'er will love again; Thy Tyrant Empire I abjure ; My weary heart refolves to cure Its wounds, and ease the raging pain. LOVE. Fool? canft thou fly my happy reign? POET. She's falfe-I hate her perjur'd charms; LOVE. But know for thee I've toil'd to gain LOVE. She who before fcorn'd every swain, |