VI.

Be thine, he faid, as nigh they play'd,

These my twin Lambkins, with their Ewe; She look'd, that Look her Meaning spoke:

For She was fair, and He was true.

VII.

Must no Regard his Love reward?

To Conftancy is nothing due?

Nor Thought, nor Care, be the but fair,
Has Celia, be he false or true.

VIII.

With filent Tide, the Years they glide,
Thy Glories, Celia, now are few;

When those are past, his Love shall last :
And fhall not He be counted true?

IX.

When they're decay'd, the Ruins made

He with a tender Eye shall view,

With gen'rous Eye that Lofs fupply;

And fhall not He be counted true?

X.

What once thou wert, his faithful Heart
In blooming Likeness fhall renew;
He still shall there record you fair:
And shall not He be counted true?

XI.

When in his Breast thy Charms exprest
Shall still their Virgin Lustre shew;
Know, Celia, know to whom you owe
Those Charms, and own that He is true.

EPIGRAM from the Greek.
F Youth and Beauty fade, my Dear,

IF

Impart 'em wifely while you may: If still they last; why fhould you fear To give what None can give away?

On

On the young LIONS whelp'd in the Tower.

W

Hilft, at fuch Distance from their Native

[Lands,

From Southern Climes, and hot Getulia's

The captive Lions join in Love's Embrace,
And propagate with us their tawny Race ;
We greet the Prodigy before unknown,
And claim the Royal Species for our own.

[Sands,

In this fair Omen let Britannia see The Pledge of Rule, and deftin'd Victory; And while the meditates her dread Alarms, And fartheft India trembles at her Arms; Let her triumphant Navies, on the Main, From Sun to Sun affert her antient Reign, And check the Auftrian Pride, and humble

[haughty Spain.

A

A WEDDING-SONG.

Ut ameris, amabilis efto.

I.

EE the springing Day from far

SEE

Usher'd by the Morning-star!

Hear the Lark, with upward Wing
Meeting Dawn her Carol fing!

See the Sun in Eastern Skies

Joyous as a Bridegroom rise!
Wake, my Dear, and come away,
Smiling greet the happy Day,
Ne'er was yet thy lovely Breast
Cold or flow to my Request;

Now begin not to delay,

Dear, awake, and come away:

Join thy plighted Hands, and join

First thine Oraisons with mine.

Show'r

Show'r thine Influence from on high,
Author of the Nuptial Tye;

Show'r thy Graces, Holy Dove!

God of Peace, and God of Love.

If e'er thy forming Hand has giv'n
Woman, latest Work of Heav'n,
With focial dear domeftick Joys
Height'ning lonely Paradife ;
If e'er thy kind paternal Caré
Join'd and bleft the wedded Pair,
In fpotless Bonds, ordain'd to be
Emblems of thy Church and Thee

If e'er thy mightier Love decreed
Life from Jefu, Woman's Seed,
The Lofs of Eden to retrieve,
Sprung from Mary, Second Eve;

If