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So at th' approach of death the cygnet tries tives
ADVICE to á Lady in Au T U M N.*
ASSES milk; half a pint, take at seven, or before ;
Then fleep for an hour or two, and no more. At nine stretch your arms, and oh! think when alone, There's no pleasure in bed. --Mary, bring memy gown: Slip on that ere you rise ; let your caution be fuch; Keepallcold from your breast, there's already too much ;
Your pinners set right, your twitcher ty’d on,
On a LADY's drinking the Bath Waters.
THE gushing streams impetuous flow,
In haste to Delia's lips to go, With equal haste and equal heat, .. . Who would not rush those lips to meet ? Blefs'd envy'd streams, still greater bliss *** Attends your warm and liquid kiss. For from her lips your welcome tide . Shall down her heaving bofom glide; There fill each swelling globe of love, And touch that heart I ne'er could move. From hence in soft meanders stray, ... And find at last the blissful way Which thought may paint, tho' verse mayn't say.) Too happy rival dwell not there To rack my heart with jealous care, But quit the bleft abode, though loth, And quickly passing, ease us both.
VERSES written in a LADY'S SHERLOCK
M Istaken fair, lay Sherlock by,
He cheats us of our living.
To live's to love, to bless, be blest
With mutual inclination ;
And kindly meet my passion...
But if thus bless'd I may not live,
And pity you deny, i !!... . To me at least your Sherlock give, 'Tis I must learn to die.
W HEN Fanny blooming fair
First caught my ravish'd fight, Struck with her shape and air,
I felt a strange delight: Whilst eagerly I gaz'd,
Admiring every part, And every feature prais’d,
She stole into my heart.
In her bewitching eyes
Ten thousand loves appear ; There Cupid basking lies,
His shafts are hoarded there; Her blooming cheeks are dy'd
With colour all their own, Excelling far the pride
Of roses newly blown.