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As round the room I turn my weeping eyes, New unaffected scenes of sorrow rise. 'Far from my sight that killing picture bear, 'The face disfigure, and the canvas tear : ' That picture, which with pride I us’d to show, "The loft resemblance but upbraids me now. "And thou, my toilette, where I oft have fate, 'While hours, unheeded pass’d in deep debate, 'How curls should fall, or where a patch to place ;
If blue or scarlet best became my face ; “Now on some happier nymph your aid bestow; ‘On fairer heads, ye useless jewels, glow; 'No borrow'd lustre can my charms restore ; “Beauty is filed, and dress is now no more.
'Ye meaner beauties, I permit ye shine ; Go, triumph in the hearts that once were mine ; “But, ’midst your triumphs, with confusion know, " 'Tis to my ruin all your arms ye owe. • Would pitying heav'n restore my wonted mien, “Ye still might move unthought of and unseen : “But oh, how vain, how wretched is the boast * Of beauty faded, and of empire lost! " What now is left but weeping, to deplore "My beauty fled, and empire now no more?
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• Ye cruel chymists, what with-held your aid ! “Could no pomatums save a trembling maid? . *How false and trilling is that art ye boast !
No art can give me back my beauty loft. *In tears, surrounded by my friends I lay, “Mask'd o'er, and trembled at the sight of dayi MirMillio came my fortune to deplore, (A golden-headed cane well carv'd he bore)
Cordials, he cry'd, my spirits must restore ! • Beauty is fled, and spirit is no more !
Galen, the grave; officious Squirt was there, “With fruitless grief and unavailing care : * MACHAON too, the great MACHAON, known * By his ręd cloak and his fuperior frown ; * And why, he cry'd, this grief and this defpair ? "You fhall again be well, again be fair; Believe my oath ; (with that an oath he fwore ;) False was his oath; my beauty is no more!
Ceafe, hapless maid, no more thy tale pursue, * Forsake mankind, and bid the world adieu !
Monarchs and beauties rule with equal fway; * All strive to serve, and glory to obey : "Alike unpitied when deposid they grow Men mock the idol of their former vow.
Adieu! ye parks !-in some obscure recess, • Where gentle streams will weep at my distress, • Where no false friend will in my grief take part,
And mourn my ruin with a joyful heart; * There let me live in some deserted place, - " There hide in shades this loft inglorious face. • Plays, operas, circles, I no more must view! - My toilette, patches, all the world adieu !
The LOVER: A BALLA D.
To Mr. Cm
A T length, by fo much importunity press’d, 1 Take, C- , at once the inside of my breast. This stupid indiff’rence so often you blame, Is not owing to nature, to fear, or to shame. I am not as cold as a virgin in lead, Nor is Sunday's sermon so strong in my head: I know but too well how time flies along, That we live but few years, and yet fewer are young.
... II. But I hate to be cheated, and never will buy , . Long years of repentance for moments of joy; Oh! was there a man (but where shall I find Good sense and good-nature so equally join’d?). Would value his pleasure, contribute to mine ; Not meanly would boast, nor lewdly design, Not over severe, yet not stupidly vain, For I would have the power, though not give the pain.
No pedant, yet learned; not rake-helly gay,
125 ) Forgetting or scorning the airs of the crowd, He may cease to be formal, and I to be proud, 'Till lost in the joy, we confess that we live, And he may be rude, and yet I may forgive.
And that my delight may be folidly fix'd,