* To Mrs. MARTHA BLOUNT†
Sent on her Birth-Day, June 15.

OH,

H, be thou blefs'd with all that Heav'n can fend,

Long health, long youth, long pleasure, and a friend!

Not with those toys the female race admire,
Riches that vex, and vanities that tire;
Not as the world its pretty flaves rewards,
A youth of frolics, an old age of cards;
Fair to no purpose, artful to no end;
Young without lovers, old without a friend;
A fop their paffion, but their prize a sot;
Alive, ridiculous; and dead, forgot!

Let joy, or eafe, let affluence, or content,
And the gay confcience of a life well spent,
Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace,
Glow in thy heart, and fmile upon thy face;
Let day improve on day, and year on year,
Without a pain, a trouble, or a fear ;
Till death unfelt that tender frame destroy,
In fome foft dream, or ecftafy of joy,
Peaceful fleep out the fabbath of the tomb,
And wake to raptures in a life to come!

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* SON G. By a perfon of quality. I Said to my heart, between fleeping and waking, Thou wild thing, that always art leaping and

aching,

This poem was wrote by Mr. Pope. It appears from his will, that he had had a sincere regard and long affection for the lady to whom it is addressed.

VOL. VIII.

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What

What black, brown, or fair, in what clime, in what nation,

By turns has not taught thee a pit—a—patation?

Thus accus'd, the wild thing gave this fober reply: 5 See the heart without motion, tho' Celia pass by! Not the beauty she has, or the wit that the borrows, Gives the eye any joys, or the heart any forrows.

When our Sappho appears, fhe whofe wit's fo refin'd,

I am forc'd to applaud with the rest of mankind; 10
Whatever she says, is with spirit and fire;
Ev'ry word I attend; but I only admire.

Prudentia as vainly would put in her claim,
Ever gazing on heav'n, tho' man is her aim:
'Tis love, not devotion, that turns up her eyes; 15
Those stars of this world are too good for the skies.

But Cloe fo lively, so easy, so fair,

Her wit fo genteel, without art, without care; When fhe comes in my way, the motion, the pain, The leapings, the achings, return all again.

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O wonderful creature! a woman of reason! Never grave out of pride, never gay out of season! When so easy to guess who this angel should be, Would one think Mrs. Howard ne'er dream'd it was the?

BALL A D.

Fall the girls that e'er were seen,
There's none fo fine as Nelly,

For

For charming face, and shape, and mien,

And what's not fit to tell ye..

Oh! the turn'd neck and smooth white skin

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Of lovely dearest Nelly!

For many a fwain it well had been,
Had the ne'er pass'd by Calai-.

For when as Nelly came to France,
(Invited by her coufins,)
Across the Thuilleries each glance
Kill'd Frenchmen by whole dozens.
The King, as he at dinner fat,
Did beckon to his buffar,

And bid him bring his tabby-cat,
For charming Nell to bufs her.

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The ladies were with rage provok'd
To fee her fo refpected :

The men look'd arch, as Nelly strok'd,
And pufs her tail erected.
But not a man did look employ,

Except on pretty Nelly:

Then faid the Duke de Villeroy,
Ab! qu'elle eft bien jolie!

But who's that great philofopher
That carefully looks at her?
By his concern it fhould appear,
The fair one is his daughter.

Ma foy! (quoth then a courtier fly,)
He on his child does leer too:
I wish he has no mind to try
What fome papas will here do.

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The courtiers all with one accord,
Broke out in Nelly's praises,

Admir'd her rofe, and lys fans farde,

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(Which are your termes Françoises.)
Then might you fee a painted ring
Of dames that flood by Nelly;
She like the pride of all the spring,
And they like fleurs de palais.

In Marli gardens, and St. Clou,
I faw this charming Nelly,

Where shameless nymphs, expos'd to view,

Stand naked in each alley:

But Venus had a brazen face,
Both at Verfailles and Meudon,

Or else she had refign'd her place,
And left the ftone the stood on.

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Were Nelly's figure mounted there,

'Twould put down all th' Italian:

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Lord! how thofe foreigners would ftare!
But I should turn Pygmalion :

For, fpite of lips, and eyes, and mien,

Me nothing can delight fo,

As does that part which lies between

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Her left toe and her right toe.

* ODE,

*ODE, for Music.

On the LONGITUDE.

RECITATIVO.

HE longitude mifs'd on
By wicked Will. Whiston;

And not better hit on

By good Master ditton.

Strange! all this difference should be

'Twixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee!