While, the tripping damsels near,
Stands a lout with waggish leer;
He, if Marian chance to fhew
Her taper leg and stocking blue,
Winks and nods and laughs aloud,
Among the merry-making crowd,
Utt'ring forth, in aukward jeer,
Words unmeet for virgin's ear.
Soon as ev'ning clouds have fhed
Their wat❜ry store on earth's foft bed,
And through their flowing mantles thin,
Clear azure spots of fky are feen,
I quit fome oak's close-cover'd bow'r
To taste the boon of new-fall'n fhow'r,
To pace the corn-field's graffy edge
Close by a fresh-blown sweet-bri'r hedge;
While at every green leaf's end
Pearly drops of rain depend,
And an earthy fragrance 'round
Rifes from the moiften'd ground,
Sudden a fun-beam darting out,
Brightens the landskip all about,
With yellow light the grove o'erspreads,
And tips with gold the haycocks' heads:

Then, as mine eye is eastward led,

Some fair castle rears its head,

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Whose height the country round commands,

Well known mark to distant lands,
There the windows glowing bright

Blaze from afar with ruddy light
Borrow'd from clouds of fcarlet dye,
Juft as the fun hath left the sky.
But if chill Eurus cut the air
With keener wing, I then repair
To park or woodland, fhelter meet,
Near fome noble's ancient seat,
Where long winding walks are feen
Stately oaks and elms between,
Whose arms promifcuous form above
High over-arch'd a green alcove;
While the hoarse-voic'd hungry rook
Near her stick-built neft doth croak,
Waving on the topmost bough;
And the master stag below

Bellows loud with favage roar,

Stalking all his hinds before.

Thus mufing, night with even pace
Steals on, o'erfhad'wing nature's face;

While the bat with dufky wings

Flutters round in giddy rings,
And the buzzing chaffers come
Close by mine ear with folemn hum.
Homeward now my steps I guide
Some rifing graffy bank befide,
Studded thick with sparks of light
Iffuing from many a glow-worm bright;
While village-cur with minute bark
Alarms the pilf'rer in the dark,
Save what light the stars convey,
Cluster'd in the milky way,
Or scatter'd numberless on high
Twinkling all o'er the boundless sky.
Then within doors let me meet

The viol touch'd by finger neat,

Or, foft fymphonies among

Wrap me in the facred fong,

Attun'd by Handel's matchless skill,

While Attention mute and ftill

Fixes all my foul to hear

The voice harmonious, fweet and clear.
Nor let smooth-tongu'd Converse fail,
With many a well-devised tale,

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Pleas'd to fee the hours fo blithe :
While, with sweet attractive grace,
The beauteous house-wife of the place
Wins the heart of every guest

By courteous deeds, and all contest
Which shall readiest homage fhew

To fuch fov'reign sweetness due.

These delights, Vacation, give,
And I with thee will choose to live.

To a LADY very handsome, but too fond

of DRESS.

By the Same.

PRYTHEE why fo fantastic and vain!

What charms can the toilet fupply?

Why fo ftudious, admirers to gain?
Need beauty lay traps for the eye?

Because

Because that thy breast is so fair,
Muft, thy tucker be still setting right?
And can't thou not laughing forbear,
Because that thy teeth are so white?

Shall fovereign beauty defcend
To act so ignoble a part?

Whole hours at the looking-glass spend,
A flave to the dictates of art?

And cannot thy heart be at rest
Unless thou excelleft each fair
In trinkets and trumpery dress'd?
Is not that a fuperfluous care?

Vain, idle attempt! to pretend

The lilly with whiteness to deck! Does the rich, folitaire recommend The delicate turn of thy neck? The gloffy bright hue of thy hair Can powder or jewels adorn?

Can perfumes or vermilions compare

With the breath or the blush of the morn?