The rivers play before her eyes;
The breezes, foftly breathing, rife;
The Spring begins to live.

Her lovers fwore, they must expire :
Yet quickly find their ease;
For, as fhe goes, their flames retire,
Love thrives before a nearer fire,
Efteem by diftant rays.

Yet foon the fair-one will return,
When Summer quits the plain :
Ye rivers, pour the weeping urn;
Ye breezes, fadly fighing, mourn ;
Ye lovers, burn again.

'Tis conftancy enough in love

That Nature's fairly fhewn

To search for more, will fruitless prove
Romances, and the turtle dove,

The virtue boaft alone.

L E.

A RIDDL

UPON a bed of humble clay,

In all her garments loose,

A prostitute my mother lay,
To every comer's ufe.

Till one gallant, in heat of love,
His own peculiar made her;

And to a region far above,

And fofter beds, convey'd her.

But, in his abfence, to his place
His rougher rival came;
And, with a cold. conftrain'd embrace,
Begat me on the dame.

I then appear'd to public view
A creature wondrous bright;

But fhortly perishable too,

Inconftant, nice, and light.

On feathers not together fast

I wildly flew about,

And from my father's country pafs'd
To find my mother out.

Where her gallant, of her beguil'd,
With me enamour'd grew,

And I, that was my mother's child,
Brought forth my mother too.

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A Fairy Tale, in the ancient English Style,

The Vigil of Venus,

Battle of the Frogs and Mice,

To Mr. Pope,

Part of the first Canto of the Rape of the Lock

On Queen Anne's Peace, Anno 1712,

To Dr. Swift, on his Birth-day,

On Bishop Burnet's being set on Fire in his Closet, 278 Elyfium,

The Judgment of Paris,

On Mrs. Arabella Fermor leaving London,

A Riddle,

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