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Then with a tempeft's whirl and wary eye
The pond'rous mass finks in the cleaving ground,
GRAY OF HIMSELF.
TOO poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune;
Could love and could hate, fo was thought fomething very great wit, he believ'd in a God:
A poft or a penfion he did not defire,
But left church and ftate to Charles Townshend and
JAMES HAMMOND, Esq.
Though weeping virgins haunt his favour'd urn,
The loitering fragrance, will it reach the fkies?
SHENSTONE, ELEG. II.
AND SOLD BY ALL THE BOOKSELLERS IN
"Virginibus puerifque canto."
On bis falling in Love with Neara.
'AREWEL that liberty our fathers gave,
In vain they gave, their fons receiv'd in vain: I faw Neæra, and her instant flave,
Though born a Briton, hugg'd the fervile chain.
Her ufage well repays my coward heart,
Why should I loiter by your idle spring?
Adieu, ye muses, if the will not hear.