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When fpent with glorious toil, I left the field, And funk for number on my fwelling shield, Lo! from the deep, repelling fweet repofe, With poify croakings half the nation rofe, Devoid of reft, with aching brows I lay, 'Till cocks proclaim'd the crimson dawn of day. Let all, like me, from either hoft forbear, Nor tempt the flying furies of the fpear'; Let heav'nly blood (or what for blood Adorn the conqueft of a meaner foe. Some daring Moufe may meet the wond'rous odds, Tho' gods oppofe, and brave the wounded gods." O'er gilded clouds reclin'd, the danger view, And be the wars of mortals fcenes for you.

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The founded charge remurmurs o'er the ground,
Ev'n Jove proclaims a field of horror nigh,
And rolls low thunder thro' the troubled fky.
First to the fight the large Hypubois flew,
And brave Lychenor with a javelin flew.
The lucklefs warrior in the port of fame,
fill'd with gen'rous flame,
Stood foremoft glitt ring i
When in his liver truck, javelin hung;

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The Moufe fell thund'ring, and the target rung ;
Prone to the ground he finks his closing eye,
And foil'd in duft his lovely treffes lie.

A fpear at Pelion Troglodites caft,
The miffive fpear within the bofom paft;"
Death's fable shades the fainting Frog furround,
And life's red tide runs ebbing from the wound.
Embafichytros felt Seutlaus dart

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Transfix and quiver in his panting heart; But great Artophagus aveng'd the flain, And big Seutlaus tumbling loads the plain, And Polyphonus dies, a Frog renown'd, For boastful fpeech and turbulence of found, Deep thro' the belly pierc'd, fupine he lay, And breath'd his foul against the face of day. The trong Lymnocharis, who view'd with ire, A victor triumph, and a friend expire; And fiercely flung where Troglodites fought, With heaving arms a rocky fragment caught, (A warrior vers'd in arts, of fure retreat, Bat arts in vain elude impending fate ;) Full on his finewy neck the fragment fell, And o'er his eyelids clouds eternal dweil.

Lychenor (fecond of the glorious name)
Striding advanc'd and took no wand'ring aim;
Thro' all the Frog the fhining jav'lin flies,
And near the vanquish'd Moufe the victor dies.
The dreadful stroke Crambophagus affrights,
Long bred to banquets, lefs inur'd to fights,
Heedle's he runs, and ftumbles o'er the steep,
And wildly Round'ring flathes up the deep;
Lychenor following with a downward blow,
Reach'd in the lake his unrecover'd for ;
Gafping he rolls, a purple stream of blood
Diftains the furface of the filver flood;
Thro' the wide wound the rushing entrails throng,
And flow the breathless careafs floats alongsi

Lymnifius good Tyroglyphus affaits Unison
Prince of the Mice that haunt the flow'ry vales,
Loft to the milky fares and rural feat,
He came to perifh on the bank of fate.

The dread Pternoglyphus demands the fight,
Which tender Calaminthius fhuns by flight,
Drops the green target, fpringing quits the foe,
Glides thro' the lake, and fafely dives below.
But dire Pternophagus divides his way
Thro' breaking ranks, and leads the dreadful day.
No nibbling Prince excell'd in fierc-nefs more,
His parents fed him on the favage boar;
But where his lance the field with blood imbru'd,
Swift as he moved, Hydrocharis purfú'd,
'Till fall'n in death he lies, a fhatt'ring stone
Sounds on the neck, and crushes all the bone,
His blood pollutes the verdure of the plain,
And from his noftrils bursts the gushing brain.
Lychopinax with Borbocætes fights,
A blameless Frog whom humbler life delights;
The fatal jav'lin unrelenting files,

And darkness feals the gentle croaker's eyes.

Incens'd Praffophagus with sprightly bound Bears Cniffiodortes off the rifing ground, Then drags him o'er the lake depriv'd of breath, And downward plunging, finks his foul to death. But now the great Pfycarpax fhines afar, (Scarce he fo great whole lofs provok'd the war) Swift to revenge his fatal jav lin fled, ar And thro' the liver ftruck Pelufius dead; His freckled corpfe before the victor fell, His foul indignant fought the thades of hell. This faw Pelobates, and from the flood Heav'd with both hands a monstrous mafs of

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And where the ditches rifing weeds fupply,
To fpread their lowly fhades beneath the sky,
There lurks the filent Moufe reliev'd from heat,
And safe embowr'd, avoids the chance of fate.

But here Troxartas, Phyfignathus there,
Whirl the dire furies of the pointed ipear:
But where the foot around its ankle plies,
Trovartis wounds, and Physignathus flies,
Hale to the pool, a fafe retreat to find,
And trails a dangling length of leg behind.
The Moufe ftill urges, ftill the Frog retires,
And half in anguish of the flight expires.

Then pious aydor young Proflæus brings,
Betwixt the fortunes of contending kings:
Lank, harmless Frog! with forces hardly grown,
He darts the reed in combats not his own,
Which faintly tinkling on Troxartas' ihield, .
Hangs at the point, and drops upon the field,

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Now nobly tow'ting, o'er the reft appears
A gallant prince, that far tranfcends his years,
Pude of his fire, and glory or his house,
And more à Mars in combat than a Monfe
His action bold, robuft his ample frame,ot
And Meridarpax his refounding name,"
The warrior fingled from the fighting crowd,
Boats the dire honours of his arm aloud;
Then ftrutting near the lake, with looks elate,
To all its nations threats approaching fate.
And fuch his ftrength, the filver lake around
Might roll their waters o'er unpeopled ground,
But pow'rful Jove, who thews no lets his grace
To Frogs that perish, than to human race,
Felt foft compaffion rifing in his foul,
And fhook his facred head, that hook the pole,:
Then thus to all the gazing pow'rs began

The fire of Gods, and Frogs, and Mice, and Man
What feas of blood 1 view! what worlds of flain!
An Iliad rifing from a day's campaign!

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How force his jav'lin o'er the trembling lake
The block-furr'd hero Meridarpax shakes!
Unless fome favring deity defcend,
Soon will the Frogs loquacious empire end.
Let dreadful Pallas wing'd with pity Ay,
And make her Ægis blaze before his eye:
While Mars refulgent, on his rattling car,
Arrests his raging rival of the war,y

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He ceas'd, reclining with attentive head, When thus the glorious god of combats faid: Nor Pallas, Jove! tho' Pallas take the field, With all the terrors of her hiffing fhield, Nor Mars himielf, tho' Mars in armour bright Afeed his car, and wheel amidst the fight; Not thefe can drive the defp'rate Moufe afar, Or change the fortunes of the bleeding war. Let all go forth, all Heav'n in arms arife, Or lunch thy own red thunder from the skies. Such ardent bolts as few that wondrous day, When heaps of Titans mix'd with mountains lay, When all the giant-race enormous fell, And huge Enceladus was hurl'd to hell.

'Twas thus th' armipotent advis'd the gods, When from his throne the cloud-compeller nods, Deep length'ning thunders run from pole to pole, Olympus trembles as the thunders roll.

Then fwift he whirls the brandish'd bolt around, And headlong darts it at the diftant ground,

The bolt difcharg'd inwrap'd with light'ning flies,
And tends its flaming paffage thro' the kies,
Then earth's inhabitants, the nibblets shake,
And Frogs, the dwellers in the waters, quake:
Yet still the Mice advance their dread deugn,
And the last danger threats the croaking line,
'Till Jove, that inly mourn'd the lofs they bore,
With trange affitants fill'd the frighted hors.

Pour'd from the neighb'ting Strand, deform'd to view,

They march, a fudden unexpected crew!
Strong fuits of armour round their bodies clofe,
Which, like thick anvils, blunt the force of blows;
In wheeling marches turn'd oblique they go;
With harpy claws their limbs divide below;
Fell theers the paffage to their mouth command,
From out the flesh their bones by nature stand;
Broad fpread their backs, their shining shoulders rife;
Unnumber'd joints diftort their lengthen'd thighs;
With nervous cords their hands are firmly brac'd ;
Their round black eye-balls in their bosom plac'd;
On eight long feet the wond'rous warriors tread,
And either end alike supplies a head,
Thefe, mortal wits to call the Crabs, agree,
The Gods have other narnes for things than we.

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Now where the joinrures from their loins depend, The heroes tails with fev`ring grafps, they rent. Here, fhort of feet, depriv'd the pow'r to fly, There, without hands, upon the field they lie. Wrench'd from their holds, and scatter'd all around, The bended lances heap the cumber'd ground. Helpless amazement, fear purfuing fear, And mad confufion thro' their hoft appear: O'er the wild waste with headlong flight they go, Or creep conceal'd in vaulted holes below. But down Olympus to the western feas, Far-hooting Phobos drove with fainter rays; And a whole war (fo Jove ordain'd) begun, Was fought, and ceas'd, in one revolving fun.

To Mr. P O PE.

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TO praife, yet ftill with due refpect to praife,
A bard triumphant in immortal bays,
The learn'd to fhew, the fenfible commend,
Yet ftill preferve the province of the friend,
What life, what vigour, mut the dimes require ?^7
What mufick tune them? what affection fire?

O might thy genius in my bofom shinë! -
Thou thouldit not fail of numbers, worthy thine,
The brighteft antients might at once agree
To fing within my lays, and fing of thesed f
Horace himfelf would own thou dost excel,
In candid arts to play the critic well, e

Ovid himielf right wish to fing the dame Whom Windfor-fareit fees a gliding stream, On filver feet, with annual ofer crown'd, She runs for ever thro' poetic ground,

How flame the glories of Belinda's bairy Made by the mufe the envy of the fairs, Lefs fhone the trefles Egypt's princefs wore, Which fweet Callimachus lo fung before.

Here courtly trifles fet the world at odds,

So wealthy mines, that ages long before

Belles war with Beaux, and Whims defcend for Fed the large realms around with golden ore,

Gods,

The new machines in names of ridicule,
Mock the grave phrenzy of the chymic fool.
But know, ye fair, a point conceal'd with art,
The Sylphs and Gnomes are but a woman's he art:
The Graces ftand in fight; a Satyr train
Peep o'er their heads, and laugh behind the fcene.
In Fame's fair temple, o'er the boldest wits
Inthrin'd on high the facred Virgil fits,
And fits in measures, fuch as Virgil's muse,
To place thee near his might be fond to choose.
How might he tune th' alternate reed with thee,
Perhaps a Strephon thou, a Daphnis he,
While fome old Damon o'er the vulgar wife
Thinks he deferves, and thon deferv'ft the prize.
Rapt with the thought my fancy feeks the plains,
And turns me fhepherd while I hear the strains.
Indulgent nurfe of every tender gale,
Parent of flowrets, old Arcadia, hail!
Here in the cool my limbs at cafe I fpread,
Here let thy poplars whifper o'er my head,
Still lide thy waters foft among the trees;
Thy afpins quiver in a breathing breeze,
Smile all thy vallies in eternal fpring,

Be hufh'd, ye winds! while Pope and Virgil fing,
In English lays, and all fublimely great,
Thy Homer warms with all his antient heat,
He fhines in council, thunders in the fight,
And flames with ev'ry fenfe of great delight,
Long has that poet reign'd, and long unknown,
Like monarchs fparkling on a diftant throne ;
in all the majesty of Greek retir'd, '-
Himfelf unknown, his mighty name admir'd,
His language failing, wrapt him round with night,
Thine rais'd by thee, recalls the work to light.

When choak'd by finking banks, no more appear,
And faepherds only fay, The mines were here:
Shou'd fome rich youth (if nature warm his heart,
And all his projects and inferm'd with art)
Here clear the caves, there ope the leading vein;
The mines detected flame with gold again.

How vaft, how copious are thy new defigns!
How ev'ry mulic varies in thy lines!
Still as Lead, I feel my bofom heat,

And rife in raptures by another's heat.

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Thus in the wood, when fummer drefs'd the
days,

When Windfor lent us tuneful hours of eafe,
Our ears the lark, the thruth, the turtle bleft,
And Philomela fweeteft o'er the reft:
The fhades refound with fong-0 softly tread;
While a whole feafon warbles round my head.

This to my friend-and when a friend infpires,
My filent harp its master's hand requires,
Shakes off the duft, and makes thefe rocks re-
found," :

For fortune plac'd me in unfertile ground;
Far from the joys that with my foul agree,
From wit, from learning,far, oh far from
thee!

Here mofs-grown trees expand the smallest leaf,
Here half an acre's corn is half a sheaf,
Here hills with naked heads the tempest meet,
Rocks at their fide, and torrents at their feet,
Or lazy lakes unconscious of a flood,
Whofe dull brown Naiads ever fleep in mud.

Yet here content can dwell, and learned eafe,
A friend delight me, and an author please
Ev'n her 1 fing, while Pope fupplies the theme,
Shew my own love, tho' not increase his fame.

PART OF THE FIRST CANTO OF THE
RAPE OF THE LOCK.

AND now unveil'd, the toilet ftands difplay'd,
Each filver vafe in myftic order laid,
Firft, rob'd in-white, the nymph intent adores
With head uncover'd, the cofmetic pow'rs.
A heav'nly image in the glafs appears,
To that the bends, to that her eyes the rears
Th' inferior prieftefs, at her altar's fide,
Trembling begins the facred rites of pride.
Unnumber & treasures ope at once, and here
The various off'rings of the world appear;
From each fhe nicely cuils with curious toil,
And decks the goddefs with the glitt'ring fpoil.
This cafket India's glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
The tortoife here and elephant unite,

A TRANSLATION OF PART OF THE FIRST
CANTO OF THE RAPE OF THE LOCK,
INTO LEONINE VERSE, AFTER THE MAN-
NER OF THE ANTIENT MONKS..

ET nunc dilectum fpeculum, pro more retectum,
Emicat in mensâ, quæ fplendet pyxide densâ :
Tum primum lymphâ fe purgat candida nympha ;.
Jamque fine mendâ, cœleftis imago videnda,
Nuda caput, bellos tetinet, regit, implet, ocelles, y
Hâc ftupet explorans, feu cultus aumen adorans.
Inferior claram Pythoniffa apparet ad aramı,
Fertque tibi caute, dicatque fuperbia! lautè,
Dona venufta; oris, que cunctis, plena, laboris,
Excerpta explorat, dominamque demque decorat
Pyxide devotâ, fe pandit hic India tota,
Et tota ex iftâ tranfpirat Arabia ciftà ;
Testudo hic fletit, dum fe mea Lesbia pectit ;
Atque elephas lentè, te pectit Lefbia dente;
Hunc maculis nôris, niveï Jacet ille coloris.
Hic jacet et mundè, mundus muliebris abundè;

Transform'd to combs, the fpeckled, and the Spinula refplendens æris longo ordine pendens,

white.

Here files of pins extend their fhining rows,
Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux,
Now awful beauty puts on all its arms,1993-
The fair each moment rifes in her charms,
Repairs her fmiles, awakens every grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of her face;
Sees by degrees a purer blush arise,
And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
The bufy Sylphs furround her darling care;
Thefe fet the head, and those divide the hair.
Some fold the fleeve, while others plait the gown,'
And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own.

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Induit arma ergo, Veneris pulcherrima virgo;
Pulchrior in præfens tempus de tempore crefcens,
Jam reparat rifus, jam furgitegratia visus,ona
Jam promit cultu, miras la latentia vultu.
Pigmina jam mifcet, quo plus fua purpura glifeet,"
Et geminans bellis fplendet magnè fulgor ocellis. 7.
Stant Lemures muti, nymphæ intentique/faluti, ^
Hic figit zonam, capiti locat ille coronam, 105,150%
Hæc manicis formam, splicís dat & altera norman;
Et tibi vel Betty,tibi vel nitidiffima, Letty I
Gloria factorum temerè conceditur horumico dɔldin
29.17679 tovar abor Not!

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HEALTH. AN ECLOGUE.
AN ECLOGUE.

NOW early fhepherds o'er the meadows pass,
And print long foot-fteps in the glittering grafs
The cows neglectful of their pafture stand,
By turns obfequious to the milker's hand.

When Damon foftly trod the fhaven lawn,
Damon a youth from city cares withdrawn ;
Long was the pleafing walk he wander'd thro',
A cover'd arbour clos'd the diftant view;
There refts the youth, and while the feather'd
throng

Raife their wild mufic, thus contrives a fong.

Here wafted o'er by mild Etefian air,
Thou country Goddefs, beauteous Health! repair;
Here let my breaft, thro' quiv'ring trees, inhale
Thy rofy bleffings with the morning gale.
What are the fields, or flow'rs, or all I fee?
Ah! tattelefs all, if not enjoy'd with thee.

Joy to my foul! I feel the Goddess nigh,
The face of nature cheers as well as I ;
O'er the flat green refreshing breezes run,
The fmiling daifies blow beneath the fun,
The brooks run purling down with filver waves,
The planted lanes rejoice with dancing leaves,
The chirping birds from all the compass rove,
To tempt the tuneful echoes of the grove
High funny fummits, deeply shaded dales,
Thick moffy banks, and flow'ry winding vales,
With various profpects gratify the fight,
And scatter fix'd attention in delight.

Come, country Goddefs, come, nor thou fuffice,
But bring thy mountain-filter, Exercise.
Call'd by thy lovely voice, fhe turns her pace,
Her winding horn proclaims the finish'd chace;
She mounts the rocks, the skims the level plain,
Dogs, hawks, and horfes, crowd her early train;
Her hardy face repels the tanning wind,
And lines and methes loosely float behind.
All these as means of toil the feeble fee,
But these are helps to pleasure join'd with thee.

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Let Sloth lye foftning till high noon in down,
Or lolling fan her in the fultry town,
Unnerv'd with reft; and turn her own disease,
Or føfter others in luxurious eafe:

; I mount the courfer, call the deep-mouth'd hounds
The fox unkennel'd flies to covert grounds;

I lead where ftags thro' tangled thickets tread,
And thake the faplings with their branching head;
I make the falcons wing their airy way,
And foar to feize, or stooping ftrike their prey s
To fnare the fish I fix the luring bait;
To wound the fowl I load the gun with fate.
'Tis thus thro' change of exercise I range,
And strength and pleafure rife from every change,
Here beauteous Health for all the year remain,
When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.

Oh come, thou Goddess of my rural song,
And bring thy daughter, calm Content, along,
Dame of the ruddy cheek and laughing eye,
From whose bright prefence clouds of forrow

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Now friends converfing my foft hours refine,
And Tully's Tufculum revives in mine:
Now to grave books I bid the mind retreat, ▸
And fuch as make me rather good than great.
Or o'er the works of eafy Fancy rove,
Where flutes and innocence amuse the grove:
The native bard that on Sicilian plains
First fung the lowly manners of the swains;
Or Maro's mufe that in the faireft light
Paints rural profpects and the charms of fight;
These soft amusements bring content along,
And fancy, void of forrow, turns to song,

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Here beauteous Health for all the year remain, When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.

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AN E. COL OG UE. y eliam opta can bab WHEN in the river cows for coolness ftand,

And theep for breezes feek the lofty land, anĮ
A youth, whom Efop taught that ev'ry trees
Each bird, and infect spoke as well as hesi
Walk'd calmly mafing in a fhaded way,chen
Where flow ring hawthorn broke the funny ray,ore?
And thus inftructs his moral pen to draw
A fcene that obvious in the field he faw.

Near å low ditchy where shallow waters meet,
Which never learn'd to glide with liquid feet,
Whofe Naiads never prattle as they play,
But fcreen'd with hedges flumber out the day;
There ftands a flender fern's afpiring shade,
Whofe anfw'ring branches regularly laid

Put forth their anfw'ring boughs, and proudly rife
Three ftories upward, in the nether skies.

For shelter here, to fhun the noon-day heat,
An airy nation of the Flies retreat;
Some in foft air their filken pinions ply,
And fome from bough to bough delighted fly,
Some rife, and circling light to perch again
A pleafing murmur hums along the plain.
If green stage invites to pageant shows,
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In boxes fome With spruce pretenfion fit,
Some change from feat to feat within the pit,
Some roam the feenes, or turning cease to roam
Preluding mufit fills the lofty dome, no
When thue a Ply (if what a Fly can fay
Deferves attention) rarfed the rural lay
Where late Amyntor fade a nymph a bride.

Joyful I flew By young Favonia's fide, or

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Ye foulish nurflings of the fummer air,
Thefe gentle tunes and whining fongs forbear;
Your trees and whifp'ring breeze, your grove and
love,

Your Cupid's quiver, and his mother's dove,
Let bards to bufiness bend their vig'rous wing,
And fing but seldom, if they love to fing:
Elfe, when the flow'rets of the season fail,
And this your ferny fhade forfakes the vale,
Tho' one would fave ye, not one grain of wheat,
Should pay fuch songsters idling at my gate.

He ceas'da the Flies, incorrigibly vain,
Heard the May'r's fpeech, and fell to fing again.

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vain, poor nymph, to please our youthful fight,
You fleep in cream and frontlets all the night,
Your face with patches foil, with paint repair,
Drefs with gay gowns, and shade with foreign hair.
If truth in fpight of manners must be told,
Why really fifty-five is fomething old.

Once you were young; or one, whofe life's fo long
She might have born my mother, tells me wrong.
And once (fince envy's dead before you die),

Who, mindlers of the feafting, went to probThe women own, you play'd a fparkling eye,

The balmy pleasure of the thepherd's lip. 1

I faw dife wanton, where I stoop'd to fup, adresa And half refold to drown me in the cup 10 'Till brufh'a by careless hands, the foard above 5 Cease, beauty, cease to vex a tender love s Thas ends the youth, the buzzing meadow rung,ly And thus the rival of his mufic fung.

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When Funs by thousands fhone on orbs of dew, I wafted foft with Zephyretta flew zabod w Saw the clean pail, and fought the milley chearjow o While little Daphine Teiz'd my roving dear. As na br. Wretch that I was I might have warn'd the dame, Yet fat indulging as the danger camesogne But the king huntress left her free to foar s Ah! guard, ye lovers, guard a mintress more.

Thus from the fern, whose high projecting arms, The fleeting nation bent with dusky swarms, a co wel The fwains their love in easy mafic breathes dont be When tongues and tumults in the fields beneath. Black ants in tearns come darle ning all the road, Some call to match, and fome to lift the load They traing they labour with inceflant painis,colo Prefs'd by the cumb rous weight of fingle grains. The Flies truck filent gaze with Wonder down; an The bufy burghers reach their carthy town ; Where lay the burthens of a wintry store, evama And thence unweary'd part in search of more. Yet one grave fage a moment's space attends, And the fmall cities loftieft point afcends, Wipes the small dew that trickles down his face, And thus harangues them with the gravest grace.

Taught the light foot a modifh little trip,
And pouted with the prettieft purple lip

To fome new charmer are the roses fled,
Which blew, to damask all thy cheek with red ;
Youth calls the graces there to fix their reign,
And airs by thoufands fill their easy train.
So parting fummer bids her flow'ry prime
Attend the fun to drefs fome foreign clime;
While withering feasons in fucceffion, here,
Strip the gay gardens, and deform the year.

But thou (fince nature bids) the world refign,
"Tis now thy daughter's daughter's time to shine.
With more addrefs, (or fuch as pleases more)
She runs her female exercifes o'er,
Unfurls or clofes, raps or turns the fan,
And fmiles, or blushes at the creature man.
With quicker life, as gilded coaches pass,
In fideling courtefy the drops the glass.
With better ftrength, on vifit-days the bears
To mount her fifty flights of ample stairs.
Her mien, her fhape, her temper, eyes
and
tongue,
Are fure to conquer,-for the rogue is young;
And all that's madly wild, or oddly gay,
We call it only pretty Fanny's way.

Let time that makes you homely, make you fige,

The fphere of wifdom is the fphere of age.
'Tis true, when beauty dawns with early fire,
And hears the flatt'ring tongues of soft defire,
If not from virtue, from its graveft ways,
The foul with pleasing avocation strays.

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