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, To die's a leffon we fhall know Then let us only study now To live's to love, to blefs, be bleft Share then my ardour in your breast, 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, 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, Venus round Fanny's waift, 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 make a heaven on earth? Το To wed, mankind the priest trepann'd, And difobey'd God's great command, You say that love's a crime; content: More joy's in heav'n if one repent, Sin then, dear girl, for heaven's fake, Bless me, and by repentance make XXX 淡淡 A Poem to his Excellency the Lord Privy Seal, on the Pro- Page 3 To the Right Hon. the Earl of Warwick, &c. On the 25 31 An Imitation of the Prophecy of Nereus, from Horace, Book An Ode infcribed to the Right Hon. the Earl of Sunderland 44 Kenfington Garden 48 An Epiftle from a Lady in England to a Gentleman at Avig- |