And does with lucid skill impart

Their inward ails of head and heart.
LAURENCE proceeds another way,
And well-drefs'd figures doth difplay:
His characters are all in flesh,

Their hands are fair, their faces fresh;
And from his sweet'ning art derive
A better fcent than when alive.

He wax-work made to please the fons,
Whofe fathers were GIL's skeletons.

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The SPARROW and DIAMOND.

A SONG

By the Same.

I.

Lately faw, what now I fing,

Fair Lucia's hand display'd:

This finger grac'd a diamond ring,

On that a sparrow play'd.

II. The

II.

The feather'd play-thing fhe carefs'd,
She stroak'd its head and wings;
And while it neftled on her breast,

She lifp'd the dearest things.
III.

With chizzled bill a spark ill fet

He loofen'd from the reft,

And swallow'd down to grind his meat,

The easier to digeft.

IV.

She feiz'd his bill with wild affright,.

Her diamond to defcry:

'Twas gone! fhe ficken'd at the fight,

Moaning her bird would die.

V.

The tongue-ty'd knocker none might use,

The curtains none undraw,

The footmen went without their shoes,

The street was laid with ftraw.

VI.

The doctor us❜d his oily art

Of strong emetic kind,

The apothecary play'd his part,

And engineer'd behind.

VII. When

VII.

When phyfic ceas'd to spend its store

To bring away the stone,

Dicky, like people given o'er,

Picks up, when let alone.

VIII.

His eyes difpell'd their fickly dews,

He peck'd behind his wing;

Lucia recovering at the news,

Relapses for the ring.

IX.

Mean-while within her beauteous breast

Two different paffions ftrove;

When av'rice ended the conteft,
And triumph'd over love..
X.

Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing,

Thy pains the fex display,

Who only to repair a ring

Could take thy life away.

XI.

Drive av'rice from your breasts, ye fair,

Monster of fouleft mien:

Ye would not let it harbour there

Could but its form be feen.

XII.

It made a virgin put on guile,

Truth's image break her word,
A Lucia's face forbear to fmile,
A Venus kill her bird.

JOVE and

SEMEL E.

By the Same.

Occafioned by a Lady's faying, that none of the ancient poetical Stories reflected fo much on the Vanity of Women, as that of Phaeton does on the Ambition of Men.

OVE for amusement quitted oft his skies,

Jov

To vifit earth, contracted to our size;

And lov'd (however things in heav'n might go)
Exceedingly a game of romps below.

Mifs Semele he pick'd up, as he went,

And thought, he pleas'd her to her heart's content.
But minds aspiring ne'er can be at cafe;

Once known a god, as man he ceas'd to please.
In tenderest time, which women know, 'tis faid,
Thus fhe befpake the loving god in bed.

Thou,

Thou, who gav'ft Dædalus his mazy art,
And knoweft all things but a woman's heart,
Hear my request for something yet untry'd,
And fwear by Styx, I fhall not be deny'd.

Fond Jove, like men, the better to fucceed,
Took any oath; then bade the girl proceed.
In human guife, great Jove, leave off to rove,'
Deceiving woman-kind, and pilf'ring love:
What are those joys, which as a man you give,
To what a god of thunder can atchieve?
Such weight of love, and might of limbs employ,
As give immortal madams heav'nly joy.

Jove came array'd, as bound by cruel fate,
And Semele enjoy'd the god in state:
When flaming fplendors round his beamy head
Divinely fhone, and ftruck the mortal dead,

Faint from the course though we awhile retreat,
To cool and breathe before another heat;

The gods can't know, fresh with eternal prime,
Love's ftinted paufe, nor want recruits from time;
But muft with unabating ardours kifs,

And bear down nature with excefs of blifs.

Learn hence, each fair one, whom like beauties grace, Poffefs'd of lawless empire by your face,

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