ET the ambitious favour find

LE

In courts and empty noise,

Whilft greater love does fill my mind
With filent real joys.

Let fools and knaves grow rich and

And the world think 'em wife,

Whilft I lie dying at her feet,
And all that world defpife.

great

Let conquering kings new trophies raise, And melt in court delights,

Her eyes can give me brighter days,

Her arms much fofter nights.

DORSET.

F

ROM all uneafy paffions free,
Revenge, ambition, jealoufy,
Contented, I had been too bleft
If love and you had let me reft :
Yet that dull life I now despise;

Safe from your eyes

I fear'd no griefs, but then I found no joys.

Amidst a thoufand kind defires

Which beauty moves, and love infpires,
Such pangs I feel of tender fear,
No heart fo foft as mine can bear.
Yet I'll defy the worst of harms,

Such are your charms,

"Tis worth a life to die within your arms.

SHEFFIELD DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

FT on the troubled ocean's face

OFT

Loud ftormy winds arife;

The murmurings furges fwell apace,
And clouds obfcure the skies.

But when the tempeft's rage is c'er,
Soft breezes fmooth the main ;
The billows ceafe to lafh the fhore,
And all is calm again.

Not fo in fond and amorous fouls
If tyrant love once reigns,
There one eternal tempeft rolls
And yields unceafing pains.

F

LY, thoughtless youth, th' enchantrefs fly !❤
To other climes direct thy way;

Let honours plume attract thine eye,
Nor waste in indolence the day:
She nor regards thy fighs or tears,
She triumphs in thy jealous fears,

And would rejoice to blaft the bloffom of thy years.
Yet

THIS piece is taken from a late publication entitled Sentimental Tales, in which the loves of CATULLUS and LESBIA are formed into a fictitious story, intermixed with several poetical translations and imitations from Catullus's Works,--This however seems entirely original,

Yet yonder myrtle's fragrant fhade,
Where fparkling winds the cryftal rill,
Has feen this falfe, this cruel maid,
Fond as her wanton lover's will:

Has feen thee on her breaft reclin'd,

Has feen her arms around thee twin'd, While with careffes fweet fhe woo'd thee to be kind.

But fince no more th' inconftant fair

Will liften to thy tender vow,
Let nobler objects claim thy care,

And bid the faithlefs maid adieu.
Adieu, falfe beauty! hence no more
CATULLUS will thy fmile implore,

To fhun thy hated charms he feeks a foreign fhore.

Him thou wilt mourn, when fure decay
Shail rob that form of every grace;

And for each charm it steals away,
Shall add a wrinkle to that face:

No lover then for thee will figh,

Or read the glances of thine eye,

Or on thy once lov'd breaft in amorous tranfports die.

Alas CATULLUS! you in vain

Would fpurn imperial beauty's fway;

Faft bound in Venus' magic chain,
Soon will each rebel with decay :

Ev'n now, fhould LESBIA hither move

In her accuftom'd looks of love,

How weak,how feeble all thy ftrong refolves would prove,

P

REPAR'D to rail, refolved to part,

When I approach the perjur'd maid

What is it awes my timorous heart?
Why is my tongue afraid?

With the leaft glance a little kind

'Such wond'rous power have MYR A's charms, She calms my doubts, enflaves my mind, And all my rage difarms.

Forgetful of her broken vows

When gazing on that form divine,,

Her injur'd vaffal trembling bows,

Nor dares her flave repine.

LANDSDOWN,