lated. The foft warbler, who fills up a vacancy of thought with a tune, in which the fucceffion of words gives no idea but that of a fucceffion of founds, will here be much difappointed in meeting with the names of Prior, Congreve and Landsdown, inftead of Arne, Brent and Tenducci. The midnight roarer of coarfe jeft and obscenity will be still farther out of his element. But to those who are enamoured with that facred art, which beyond every other elevates andrefines the foul, to whom the fprightly lyre of Horace and Anacreon, and the melting mufic of Sappho fill found, though ages have paffed fince they vibrated on the ear, I will venture to promise a fource of enjoyment, from the works of those great mafters whofe names adorn this collection, which I hope they will not think too dearly purchased by the perufal of fuch introductory matter as is fubmitted to their candid exa mination. A TABLE O F FIRST LINES. Page A H! Chloris, could I now but fit 249 114 122 74 64 B' ID me when forty winters more Bleft as th' immortal Gods is he Boaft not, miftaken fwain, thy art 268 176 168 112 210 CAN AMON if you will believe me D Daphnis food penfive in the shade Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure 215 221 66 174 224 69 F AIR Amoret is gone aftray Fair and foft and gay and young 217 159 Far in the windings of a vale Fly, thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly 81 148 In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er 241 I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve It is not, Celia, in our power It was a Friar of orders gray L ATE when love I feem'd to flight Let not love on me beftow Love and Folly were at play 216 'ER moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare S9 On Belvidera's bofom lying One morning very early, one morning in the spring 209 76 T ELL me no more I am deceiv'd Tell me not I my time mifpend Tell my Strephon that I die 271 260 267 131 232 235 169 157 The Graces and the wand'ring Loves 250 The heavy hours are almost past 118 The |