As round the room I turn my weeping eyes, New unaffected scenes of forrow rise. 'Far from my fight that killing picture bear, 'The loft resemblance but upbraids me now. 6 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 fcarlet beft became my face; "Now on fome happier nymph your aid bestow; 'On fairer heads, ye useless jewels, glow; 'No borrow'd luftre can my charms restore; Beauty is fled, and dress is now no more. 'Ye meaner beauties, I permit ye fhine; 'Go, triumph in the hearts that once were mine; 'But, 'midst your triumphs, with confufion know, 'Tis to my ruin all your arms ye owe. 'Would pitying heav'n restore my wonted mien, Ye ftill might move unthought of and unseen : 'But oh, how vain, how wretched is the boast * Of beauty faded, and of empire loft! "What now is left but weeping, to deplore "My beauty fled, and empire now no more? 'Ye 'Ye cruel chymifts, what with-held your aid! "Could no pomatums fave a trembling maid? "How false and trifling is that art ye boaft! '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 fight of day; 'MIRMILLIO came my fortune to deplore, (A golden-headed cane well carv'd he bore) Cordials, he cry'd, my fpirits 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 red cloak and his fuperior frown; "And why, he cry'd, this grief and this despair? *You fhall again be well, again be fair; "Believe my oath; (with that an oath he fwore ;) C False was his oath; my beauty is no more! 'Ceafe, hapless maid, no more thy tale pursue, "Forfake mankind, and bid the world adieu! • Monarchs and beauties rule with equal fway; • All strive to serve, and glory to obey : 'Alike unpitied when depos'd they grow→→→→→→ • Men mock the idol of their former vow. • Adieu ! Adieu! ye parks !-in fome obfcure recefs, • 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 fome deferted place, There hide in fhades this loft inglorious face. · Plays, operas, circles, I no more muft view! My toilette, patches, all the world adieu !' The LOVER: A BALLAD. A To Mr. C By the Same. I. T length, by fo much importunity prefs'd, Take, C, at once the infide of my breast. This stupid indiff'rence so often you blame, Is not owing to nature, to fear, or to shame. Nor is Sunday's fermon 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 II. But I hate to be cheated, and never will buy Long years of repentance for moments of joy, For I would have the power, though not give the pain. No pedant, yet learned; not rake-helly gay, In public preserve the decorum that's just, IV. But when the long hours of public are past, And we meet with champagne and a chicken at last, Be banish'd afar both difcretion and fear! For Forgetting or fcorning the airs of the crowd, And that my delight may be folidly fix'd, Let the friend and the lover be handsomely mix'd, Whose kindness can footh me, whofe counsel can guide. No danger should fright me, no millions should bribe; As I long have liv'd chaste, I will keep myself so. I never will share with the wanton coquet, Or be caught by a vain affectation of wit. I loath the lewd rake, the drefs'd fopling defpife: And as OVID has fweetly in parables told, We harden like trees, and like rivers grow cold.. The |