And does with lucid skill impart Their inward ails of head and heart. Their hands are fair, their faces fresh; He wax-work made to please the fons, **}{*} 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 lifp'd the dearest things. 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, 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, 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) Mifs Semele he pick'd up, as he went, And thought, he pleas'd her to her heart's content. Once known a god, as man he ceas'd to please. Thou, Thou, who gav'ft Dædalus his mazy art, Fond Jove, like men, the better to fucceed, Jove came array'd, as bound by cruel fate, Faint from the course though we awhile retreat, The gods can't know, fresh with eternal prime, 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, Not |