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VERSES written in a LADY'S SHERLOCK

upon Death.

By the Same.

M'His doctrine is deceiving ;

Iftaken fair, lay Sherlock by,

For whilft he teaches us to die,
He cheats us of our living.

To die's a leffon we fhall know
Too foon without a master ;

Then let us only study now
How we may live the fafter.

To live's to love, to blefs, be bleft
With mutual inclination;

Share then my ardour in your breast,
And kindly meet my paffion.

But if thus blefs'd I may not live,

And pity you deny,

To me at least your Sherlock give,

'Tis I muft learn to die.

SONG.

SON G.

By the Same.

WHEN Fanny a blooming fair

Firft caught my ravish'd fight,

Struck with her shape and air,
I felt a ftrange delight:
Whilft eagerly I gaz'd,
Admiring every part,
And every feature prais'd,
She flole into my heart.

In her bewitching eyes

Ten thousand loves appear; There Cupid basking lies,

His fhafts are hoarded there; Her blooming cheeks are dy'd With colour all their own, Excelling far the pride

Of rofes newly blown.

Her well-turn'd limbs confefs

The lucky hand of Jove ;

Her features all exprefs

The beauteous queen of love:

a Supposed to be Lady Frances Shirley.

What

What flames my nerves invade,
When I behold the breaft
Of that too charming maid
Rife, fuing to be prefs'd!

Venus round Fanny's waift,
Has her own Cestus bound,
With guardian Cupids grac'd,
Who dance the circle round.
How happy must be be,

Who fhall her zone unloofe !

That blifs to all, but me,

May heaven and she refufe!

SON G.

W Henever, Chloe, I begin

Your heart like mine to move,

You tell me of the crying fin

Of unchafte lawless love.

How can that paffion be a fin,
Which gave to Chloe birth?
How can those joys but be divine,

Which make a heaven on earth?

Το

To wed, mankind the priest trepann'd,
By fome fly fallacy,

And difobey'd God's great command,
Increase and multiply.

You say that love's a crime; content:
Yet this allow you must,

More joy's in heav'n if one repent,
Than over ninety juft.

Sin then, dear girl, for heaven's fake,
Repent and be forgiven;

Bless me, and by repentance make
A holy day in heaven.

XXX

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