TO THE MEMORY of Mr. OLDHAM. F AREWEL, too little, and too lately known, Thus Nifus fell upon the flipp❜ry place, race. young friend perform'd, and won the O early ripe! to thy abundant ftore What could advancing age have added more? P Thy gen'rous fruits, tho gather'd ere their prime," Still fhew'd a quickness; and maturing time But mellows what we write, to the dull fweets of thyme. Once more, hail, and farewel; farewel, thou young, But ah too fhort, Marcellus of our tongue! Thy brows with ivy, and with laurels bound; But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around. Mrs. ANNE KILLIGREW, Excellent in the Two SISTER-ARTS of POESY and PAINTING. TH A N O D E. I. 'HOU youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the laft promotion of the bleft; Whofe palms, new pluck'd from paradise, In fpreading branches more fublimely rife, |