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ON THE DEATH OF A
Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes.
'WAS on a lofty vafe's fide,
Where China's gayeft art had dy'd
The azure flowers that blow ;
Demureft of the taby kind,
Her confcious tail her joy declar'd;
Her coat that with the tortoise vies,
Still had the gaz'd; but 'midft the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide,
The Genii of the stream;
Their fcally armour's Tyrian hue 'Thro' richest purple to the view Betray'd a golden gleam.
The haplefs nymph with wonder faw: A whisker firft and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averfe to fish?
Prefumptuous maid! with looks intent Again the stretch'd, again fhe bent,
Nor knew the gulf between.
Eight times emerging from the flood
No dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd;
From hence, ye beauties, undeceiv'd,
And be with caution bold.