So, when a pipe we smoke, And from the flint provoke The fparks that twinkling play; And gently waftes away. With art she patch'd up nature, Reftoring every grace: She stopp'd each cranny wide, Nor red, nor eke the white, Nor coral lips that pout; With order and with care, Sublimely mounts the sky; With rumps three ftories high. With many a rich perfume, As there was need, no doubt; For All in a myrtle grove. In pale of mother church, But, ah me! hop'd in vain ; At length a youth full fmart, Had div'd in many a hole; Or kilderkin, or tun, His art, and eke his face, Engag'd her love-fick heart; And from thee never part. For TIM To blatt Canidia's face, (Which once 'twas rapture to behold) Not fo in blooming beauty bright, She was bar-keeper at the Cattern wheel in Oxford. Each Each sprightly foph, each brawny thrum, Spent his first runnings here; And hoary doctors dribbling come, Low at her feet the proftrate arts But now, when impotent to please, Though brib'd with all her pelf, the swain Moft aukwardly complies; Prefs'd to bear arms, he ferves in pain, Or from his colours flies. So does an ivy, green when old, And sprouting in decay; In juiceless, joyless arms infold The thriving plant, if better join'd, But, to that wither'd trunk confin'd, HUNT. BE HUNTING-SON G. EHOLD, my friend, the rofy-finger'd Morn, Peeps o'er yon azure hill; Pearls from each bush diftil, Arise, arise, and hail the light new-born. Hark! hark! the merry horn calls, come away: Quit, quit thy downy bed; That all, that all her charms, Though the 's as Venus fair, can tempt thy stay. Perplex thy foul no more with cares below, For what will pelf avail? Thy courfer paws the ground, Each beagle cocks his tail, They spend their mouths around, While health, and pleasure, smiles on every brow. Try, huntfmen, all the brakes, fpread all the plain, Now, now, fhe 's gone away, Strip, ftrip, with speed purfue; The jocund God of day, Who fain our fport would view, Pour |