II. Now every paffion finks to reft, And varying schemes of life no more In filence hufh'd, to reason's voice IV. Come, while this peaceful scene invites, How oft the laughing brow of joy A fick'ning heart conceals, And through the cloister's deep recess VII. In VII. In vain through beauty, fortune, wit, The fugitive we trace! It dwells not in the faithless fmile That brightens Clodio's face. Howe'er our varying notions rove, To place its being in fome state, To temp'rate bounds, to few defires, Is happiness confin'd, And deaf to folly's noife attends The mufic of the mind. Lady Lady MARY W***, to Sir W*** y*** Ꭰ I. EAR Colin, prevent my warm blushes, Since how can I speak without pain ? My eyes have oft told you their wishes, Of what is too tender to name. II. Since yours is the province of speaking, you tell us what they should be. What I in my bofom confine. XXXXXXXXX Sir W ***** Y*****'s Answer. I. OOD madam, when ladies are willing, Go A man must needs look like a fool; For one that is kind out of rule. You might leave me to guefs by your blushing, And not speak the matter fo plain; 'Tis ours to pursue and be pushing, 'Tis yours to affect a difdain. That you're in a pitiful taking, By all your sweet ogles I fee; But the fruit that will fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me. XXX Mifs SOPER's Answer to a Lady, who invited her to retire into a monaftic Life at St. CROSS, near WINCHESTER, I. N vain, mistaken maid, you'd fly To defart and to fhadé But fince you call, for once I'll try 11. To noife and cares let's bid adieu, But how the world will envy you, And pity me your friend! You, like rich metal hid in earth, But I expect no fecond birth, For drofs is left behind. VOL. VI. S RE |