THY origin's divine, I see,
Of mortal race thou can'st not be;
Thy lip a ruby luftre shows;
Thy purple cheek outfhines the rofe,
And thy bright eye is brighter far
Than any planet, any star.
Thy fordid way of life despise,
Above thy flavery, Silvia, rise;
Difplay thy beauteous form and mien,
And grow a goddess, or a queen.
CONSTANTIA, fee, thy faithful slave,
Dies of the wound thy beauty gave!
Ah! gentle nymph, no longer try
From fond pursuing love to fly.
Thy pity to my love impart,
Pity my bleeding aching heart,
Regard my fighs and flowing tears,
And with a smile remove my fears.
A wedded wife if thou would'st be,
By facred Hymen join'd to me,
the western fun decline,
My hand and heart fhall both be thine.
THRICE lov'd Conftantia, heavenly fair,
For thee a fervant's form I wear;
Though bleft with wealth, and nobly born,
For thee, both wealth and birth I fcorn:
Trust me, fair maid, my conftant flame
For ever will remain the fame;
My love, that ne'er will cease, my love
Shall equal to thy beauty prove.
AND MEN WITH THEIR WIVES.
TERNAL are the chains which here
The generous fouls of lovers bind,
When Hymen joins our hands, we swear
To be for ever true and kind :
And when, by death, the fair are snatch'd away,
Left we our folemn vows fhould break,
In the fame grave our living corpse we lay,
And willing the fame fate partake.
ANOTHER.
MY deareft spouse, that thou and I
May fhun the fear which firft fhould die,
Clafp'd in each other's arms we'll live,
Alike confum'd in love's foft fire,
That neither may at laft furvive,
But gently both at once expire.
RQUEANASSA's charms infpire
Within my breaft a lover's fire;
Age, its feeble spite displaying,
Vainly wrinkles all her face,
Cupids, in each wrinkle playing,
Charm my eyes with lafting grace:
But, before old Time purfued her,
Ere he funk thefe little caves,
How I pity thofe who view'd her,
And in youth were made her flaves!
FROM THE LATIN OF AUGUSTUS CÆSAR.
WHILE from his confort false Antonius flies,
And doats on Glaphyra's far brighter eyes,
Fulvia, provok'd, her female arts prepares,
Reprisals feeks, and spreads for me her fnares.
“The husband's false"-But why must I endure
This naufeous plague, and her revenge procure?
What though the afk ?-How happy were my doom,
Should all the difcontented wives of Rome
Repair in crowds to me, when fcorn'd at home!
"'Tis war," she says, "if I refuse her charms :"
Let's think-She's ugly-Trumpets, found to arms!
Bleffed time of reformation,
That's now beginning through the nation! The Jacks bawl loud for church triumphant, And fwear all whigs fhall kifs the rump on't.
See how they draw the beaftly rabble
With zeal and noifes formidable,
And make all cries about the town
Join notes to roar fanatics down!
As bigots give the fign about,
They ftretch their throats with hideous fhout.
Black tinkers bawl aloud "
"Church-privilege"-for "mending kettle."
Each fow-gelder, that blows his horn,
to have diffenters fworn."
The oyster-wenches lock their fifh up,
And cry "no Presbyterian bishop!
The mouse-trap men lay fave-alls by,
And 'gainst "low church men" loudly cry,
A creature of amphibious nature,
That trims betwixt the land and water,
And leaves his mother in the lurch,
To fide with rebels 'gainst the church!
Some cry for “ penal laws," instead
Of "pudding-pies, and ginger-bread :"
And fome, for "brooms, old boots, and shoes,”
Roar out, "God blefs our commons house!
Some bawl the votes" about the town,
And wish they'd "vote diffenters down."
Instead of "kitchen-stuff," some cry,
"Confound the late whig-ministry!"
And fome, for " any chairs to mend,"
The commons late addrefs commend.
Some for "old gowns for china ware,”
Exclaim against extempore prayer :"
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