ET the ambitious favour find LE In courts and empty noise, Whilft greater love does fill my mind Let fools and knaves grow rich and And the world think 'em wife, Whilft I lie dying at her feet, 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, 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 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, But when the tempeft's rage is c'er, Not fo in fond and amorous fouls F LY, thoughtless youth, th' enchantrefs fly !❤ Let honours plume attract thine eye, And would rejoice to blaft the bloffom of thy years. 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, 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, And bid the faithlefs maid adieu. To fhun thy hated charms he feeks a foreign fhore. Him thou wilt mourn, when fure decay And for each charm it steals away, 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, 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? 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, |