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Though justice ever mult prevail,

IT. HOPE.
The tear my Kitty sheds is due :
For seldom Thall the hear a tale
So fad, lo tender, yet so true.

V banks they are furnish'd with bees.

Whole nurmur invites one to sleep;
My grottos are shade:l with trees,

And my hills are white over with sheep.

I seldom have met with a loss,
A Pastoral BALLAD, in Four Partsa. My fountains all border'd with moss,

Such health do my fountains below;
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Where the hare-bells and violets grow.

Not a pine in my grove is there seen, * Arbufta humilesque myricæ.” VIR's.

But with tendrils of woodbine is bound:

Not a beech's more beautiful green,
I. ABSENCE,

But a fiveet-briar entwines it around,

Not my fields in the prime of the year,
E shepherds fo chearful and gay,

Nore charms than my cattle unfold ;
Whose flocks never carelessly roam ;

Not a brook that is limpid and clear,
Should Corydon's happen to stray,

But it glitters with fishes of golu. Oh! call the poor wanderers home.

One would think she might like to retire Allow me to muse and to sigh,

To the bower I have labour'd to rear ; Nor talk of the change that ye find;

Not a shrub inut I heard her admire, None once was so watchful I;

But I hafted and planted it there. I have left my dear Phillis behind.

o how sudden the jessamine strove

With the lilac to render it gay!
Now I know what it is, to have strove
With the torture of doubt and desire;

Already it calls for my love,
What it is to admire and to love,

To prune the wild branches away. I And to leave her we love and admire.

From the plains, from the woodlands and groves, Ah, lead forth my flock in the morn,

What strains of wild melody flow ! And the damps of each evening repel;

How the nightingales warble their loves Alas! I am faint and forlorn :

From thickets of roses that blow ! -I have bade my dear Phillis farewel.

And when her bright furm fhail appear,

Fach bird shall harmoniously join Since Phillis vouchsaf'd me a look,

in a concert so fost and so clear, I never once dreamt of my vine: May, I loose both my pipe and my crook,

As—the may not be fond to resign. If I knew of a kid that was mine.

I have found out a gift for my fair ; I priz'd every hour that went by,

I have found where the wood-pigeons breed : Beyond all that had pleas'd me before; But let 'me that plunder forbear, But now they are past, and I figh;

She will say 'twas a barbarous deed. And I grieve that I priz'd' theni no more. For he ne'er could be true, the aver'd,

Who could rob a poor bird of its young ; But why do I languish in vain';

And I lov'd her the more whe, I heard
Why wander thus pensively here?

Such tenderness fall from her tongue...
Oh! "why did I come from the plain,
Where I fed on the smiles of my dear?

I have heard her with sweetness unfold
They tell me, my favourite maid,

How that pity was due to--a dove : The pride of the valley, is flown

That it ever attended the bold; Alas! where with her I have itray'd,

And she cali'd it the after of love. I could wander with pleasure, alone.

But her words such a pleasure convey,

So much I her accents adore,
When forc'd the fair nymph to forego,
What anguish I felt at my heart!

Let her speak, and whatever he say,

Methinks I fould love her the more. Yet 'I thought-but it might not be fooi

'Twas with pain that she saw me depart. Can a bolom so gentle remain She gaz'd, as I flowly withdrew ;

Uninov'd, when her Corydon sighs ! M, path I could hardly discern;

Will a nymph that is fond of the plai!!, So sweetly the bid me adieu,

These pains and this vailey despiíc? I thought that she bade me return,

Dear regions of silence and shade!

Soft scenes of contentment and ease !
The Pilgrim that journeys all day

Where I could have pleasingly firay'd,
To visit fome far-distant fhrine,
If he bear but a relique away,

If aught, in her absence, couid please. 13 happy, nor heard to repine,

But where does my Phyllida stray ? Thus widely remov'd from the fair,

And where are her grots and her bowers? Where my vows, my devotion, Towe,

Are the groves and the valleys as gay, Soft hope is the relique 1 bear,

And the thepherds as geatic as ours ? And my solace wherover ) go.

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The groves may perhaps be 23 fair,

And the face of the valleys as fine; The swains may in manners compare,

But their love is not equal to mine.

The language that flows from the heart,

Isa stranger to Paridel's tongue; -- Yet may she beware of his art,

Or sure I must envy the song.

III. SOLICITUDE.

IV. DISAPPOINTMENT

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THY will you my passion reprove ?

Why term it a folly to grieve?
Ere I fhew you the charms of my love,

She is fairer than you can believe. With her mien she enamours the brave;

With her wit she engages the free ; With her modesty pleases the grave;

She is every way pleasing to me. O you

that have been of her train, Come and join in my amorous lays ; I could lay down my life for the swain,

That will ling but a song in her praise. When he sings, mạy the nymphs of the towo

Come trooping, and liften the while; Nay on him let not Phyllida frown;

But I cannot allow her to smile. For when Paridel tries in the dance

Any favour with Phyllis to find, O how, with one trivial glance,

Might she ruin the peace of my mind ! In ringlets he dresses his hair,

And his crook is bestudded around; Aod his pipe-oh my Phyllis beware

Of a magic there is in the found. "Tis his with mock passion to glow,

"Tis his in smooth tales to unfold, " How her face is as bright as the (now,

And her bosom, be sure, is as cold. How the nightingales labour the strain,

With the notes of his charmer to vie ; How they vary their accents in vain,

Repine at her triumphs, and dic.”
To the grove or the garden he ftrays,

And pillages every sweet ;
Then, fuiting the wreath to his lays

He throws it at Phyllis's feet.
co Phyllis, he whispers, more fair,

More sweet than the jessamine's flower ! What are pinks in a morn, to compare?

What is eglantine, after a shower ? Then the lily no longer is white ;

Then the rose is deprivid of its bloom; Then the violets die with despight,

And the wood-bines give up their perfume,” Thus glide the soft numbers along,

And he fancies no shepherd his peer ; -Yet I never should envy the song,

Were not Phyllis to lend it an ear.
Let his crook be with hyacinths bound,

So Phyllis the trophy despise :
Let his forehead with laurels be crown'd,

So they fine not in Phyllis's eyes.

E Mepherds, give ear to my lay,

And take no more heed of my sheep: They have nothing to do but to stray;

I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove;

She was fair—and my pallion begun i She (mil'd-aud I could not but love;

She is faithless--and I am undone. Perhaps I was void of all thought :

Perhaps it was plain to foresee, That a nymph so complete would be fought

By a swain more engaging than me.
Ah! love every hope can inspire:

It banishes wisdom the while;
And the lip of the nymph we admire

Seems for ever adornd with a smile.
She is faithless, and I am undone ;

Yc that witness the woes I endure; Let reasou instruct you to shun

What it cannot instruct you to cure. Beware how you'loiter in vain

A mid nymphs of an higher degrec; It is not for me to explain

How fair, and how fickle, they be. Alas' from the day that we met,

What i ope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget

The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain :

The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain,

In time may have confort for me. The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose,

The sound of a muiniuring stream, The peace which from folitude flows,

Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme. High transports arc shewn to the fight;

But we are not to fiud them our own ; Fate never bestow'd such delight,

As I with my Phyllis had known,
o ye woods, spread your branches apace;

To your deepest recefles I fly;
I would hide with the beasts of the chase;

I would vanish from every eye.
Yet my reed shall resound through the grove

With the same fad complaint it begun; How she smild, and I could not but love;

Was faithless, and I am undone !

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WIT, by learning well refin's,

“ Nec tantum Veneris, quantum ftudiofa culinæ."
A beau, but of the rural kind,
To Sylvia made pretences;

IGHT's fable clouds had half the world o'er.
They both profess’dan equal love :
Yet hop'd by different means to move

And silence reign'd, and folks were gone to bed :
Her judgment or her senses.

When love, which gentle sleep can ne'er inspire,

Had seated Damon by the kitchen fire.
Young sprightly Flirt, of blooming mion,
Watch'd the best minutes to be feen;

Pensive he lay, extended on the ground;
Went—when his his glasg-advis'd him;

The little lares kept their vigils round;
While meagre Phil of books enquit d ;

The fawning cats compassionate his case,
A wight, for wit and parts admir'd ;

And pur around, and gently lick his face :
And witty ladics priz'd him,

To all his'plaints the sleeping curs reply,

And with hoarse snorings imitate a sigh.
Sylvia bad wit, had spirits too :

Such g'oomy scenes with lovers' minds agree,
To hear the one, the other view,

Ind Colitude to them is best society.
Suspended held the scales :
Her wit, her youth too, claim'd its share.

Could I (he cried) express, how bright a grace
Let none the preference declare,

Adorns thy morning hands, and well-wash'd face;
But turn up-heads or tails.

Thou wouldst, Colemira, grant what liv.plore,
And yield me love, or wash thy face no more.

Ah! who can see, and seeing not admire,
Whene'er fae fets the pot upon the fire !

Her hands out-shine the fire, and redder things ;
STANZAS

Her eyes are blacker than the pots the brings.

But sure no chamber-damsel can compare,
To the memory of an agreeable Lady, When in meridian luftre shines my fair,

buried in marriage to a person unde- When warm’d with dinner’s toil, in pearly rills,
serving her.

Adown her goodly cheek the sweat distills.

Oh ! how I long, how ardently desire,
WAS always held, and ever will,

To view those rosy fingers strike the lyre !

For late, when bees to change their climes began,
T'anticipate a lefser ill,

How did I see them thrum the fryiug-pan !
Than undergo a greater.

With her! I hould not envy George his queen,
When mortals dread diseases, pain,

Though the in royal grandeur deck'd be seen : And languishing conditions ;

While rags, just sever'd from my fair one's gown,

In russet pomp and greasy pride hang down.
Who don't the lefser ill sustain
of physic and-physicians ?

Ah ! now it does my drooping heart rejoice,

When in the hat I hear thy mellow voice!
Rather than lose his whole estate,

How would that voice exceed the village bell;
He that but little wise is,

Would that but sing," I like thee palling well !' Full gladly pays four parts in eight

When from the hearth she bade the pointers go,
To taxes and excises.

How soft ! how easy did her accents flow!
Our merchants Spain has near undone

“Get-out, she cry'd, when strangers come to fup, For loat Dips not requiting :

“ One ne'er can raise these snoring devils up." This bears our noble king io fhun

Then, full of wrath, the kick'd each lazy 1 he loss of blood-in fighting !

brute,
With numerous ills, in fingle life,

Alas! I envy'd even that salute ;
The bachelor's attended :

'Twas sure misplacid-Shock faid, or fee' a'd to Such to avoid, he takes a wife

say,
And much the case is mended!

He had as lief, I had the kick, as they.
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If the the mystic bellows take in hand, His breakfast half the morning,
Who like the fair can that machine command ? He constantly attended;
O may'll thou ne'er by Fo us be seen,

And when the bell rung
For he wou'd sure demand thee for his queen. For evening song,

His dinner scarce was ended !
But should the flame this rougher aid refuse,
And only gentler med'cines be of use ;

He spar'd not ev'n heroics, With full-blown checks the ends the doubtful On which we poets pride us ; ftrife,

And wou'd make no more
Foments the infant flame, and puffs it into life. Of king Arthur's *, by the score,

Than all the world beside woes.
Such arts as these, exalt-the drooping fire,
But in my breaft a fiercer flame inspire:

In books of geo-graphy,
I burn! I burn! O! give thy puffing o'er;

He made the maps to flutter ;
And swellthy cheeks, and pout thy lips, no more! A river or a fea

Was to him a dish of tea;
With all her haughty looks, the time I've seen,

And a kingdom, bread and butter.
When this proud damsel has more humble been,
When with nice airs se hoilt the pan-cake round, But if some mawkiih potion
And drop'd it, haplets fair ! upon the ground. Might chance to over-dose him,

To check its rage,
Look, with what charming grace! what win-
ning tricks!

Of logic--to compose him.com
The artful charmer rubs the candlesticks!
So bright she makes the candlesticks the handles, A trap, in haste and anger,
Oft have I said, there were no need of candles. Was bought, you need not doubt on't

And, such was the gin,
But thou my fair! who never wouldīt approve, Where a lion once got in,
Or hear the cender story of my love ;

He could not, I think, get out on't. Or mind, how burns my raging breast,-a but

With cheese, not books, 'twas baited, tonPerhaps art dreaming of~a breast of mutton.

The fact I'll not belye it

Since none--I'll tell you thatThus faid, and wept the sad desponding swain, Whcther scholar or rat Revealing to the sable walls his pain :

Mind books, when he has other diet. But nymphs are free with those they should de- But more of trap and loait, Sir, ny;

Why should I siny, or either?
To 'hose, they love, more exquisitely coy!

Since the rat, whe knew the flight,
Now chirping crickets raise their tinkling Came in the dead of night,
voice

And dragg'd them away together :
The lambent flames in languid streams arise,

Both trap and bait were vanish'd,
And smoke in azure folds evaporate and dies. Through a fracture in the flooring ;

Which, though so trini
It now may seem,

Had then--a dozen or more in.

Then answer this, ye sages !
The RAPE of the TRAP.

Nor deem a man to wrong ye,
Had the rat which thus did seize on
The trap, less claim to reason,

Than many a scull among ye?
WAS in a land of learning,

Dan Prior's mice, I own it,
The Muses favourite city,

Were vermin of condition ;
Such pranks of late

But this rat who merely learn'd Were play d by a rat,

What rats alone concern'd, As-tempt one to be witty.

Was the greater politiciani. All in a College study,

That England 's topsy-turvy, Where broks were in great plenty;

Is clear from these mishaps, Sir; This rat would devour

Since traps we may determine, More sense in an hour,

will no longer take our vermin, Than I cou'd write-in twenty.

But vermin † take our traps, Sir.

Let Corporeal food, 'tis granted,

Serves vermin less refin’d, Sir; But this, a rat of tafte,

By Blackmore, All other rats surpassid ; And he prey'd on the food of the mind, Sir; of Written at the time of the Spanish depreda

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Let sophs, by rats infested,

Then trust in cats to catch 'em ; Let they grow as learn'd as we, lo our studies ; where, d'ye sce,

No morial fits to watch 'em.
Good luck betide our captains;

Good luck bet:de our cats, Sir;
And grant that the one
May quell the Spanish Don,

And the other destroy our rats, Sir.

A friend, who, weigh'd with your's, mult prize

Domitian's idle paflion;
That wrought the death of teazing flies,

But ne'er their propagation.
Let Flavia's eyes more deeply warm,

Nor thus your hearts determine,
To light dame nature's fairelt forın

And figh for nature's vei min.
And fpeak with some respect of beaux,

Nor more as triflers creat 'em :
'Tis better learn to save one's cloaths,

Than cherish moths, that eat 'em.

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The weary audience vow,

The Extent of COOKERY., 'Tir not th' Arcadian Swains that fings, But 'tis his herds that low.

“ Aliusque et idem.” HEN Tom to Cambridge first was sent,

A plain brown bob he wore ;

Read much, and look'a as though he meant
On Mr. C- of Kidderminfter's Poetry. To be a fop no more.
"HY verses, friend. are Kidderminster * fuff, See him to Lincoln's inn repair,

His resolution Alag;
And I must own you've measured out c-

He cherithes a length of hair,
nough.

And tucks it in a bag.
Nor Coke nor Salkeld he regards,

But gets into the house,
To the VIRTUOSOS.

And loop a judge's rank rewards.
PAII., curious wights! to whom so fair,

His pliant votes and bows.

Adieu, ye bobs! ye bags, give place ! Who deem those grubs beyond compare,

Full otcoms come ihead ! Which common sense despises.

Good Lord : to see the various ways

Oi urefling-a calve's head ? Whether o'er bill, morass, or mound,

You make your sportsman fallies Or that your prey in gardens found Is urg'd through walks and alleys.

The Progress of ADVICE.
Yet, in the fury of the chace,

A common Cafe.
No flope could e'er retard you ;.
Bleft if one fly repay the race,

“ Suaile, non certum eft."
Or painted vings reward you.
Fierce as Camilla o'er the plain

AYS Richard to Thomas (and seem'd half a ?

iraid) Pursued the glittering stranger ;

· I am thinking to marry thy mistress's maid: Still ey'd the purple's plealing itain,

Now, because Mirs. Lucy to thee is wull known,' And knew not fear nor danger.

| wiil du ta thou bid'at mu, or let it ujonc. 'Tis you dispense the favourite meat

Nay don't make a jeit on t; 'tis no jeit to me ; To nature's filmy people ;

for 'faith I'm in carnett, 10 pr’ythce be free. Kuow what conferves they chuse to eat,

I have no fau.t to find with the giri fiuce i know And what liqueurs to tipple.

her, And if her brood of insects dies,

But I'd have thy advice, ere I tye myself to her.” You fage asistance lend her;

Said Thomas to Richard, to speak iny opinion, Can stoop to pimp for amorous flies,

there is not iuch a bitch in king George's doiniAnd help them to engender. 'Tis you protect their pregnant hour ;

And I armiy believe, if thou knew it her as I do, and when the birth 's at hand,

Thou woulult chuíe out a whipping-poit, firit to Exerring your obstretic power,

De ty'd co. Prevenc a mo hlefs land.

She's per vish, the thievith, she's ugly, she's old, Yet oh howe'er your towering view

Anu a iur, and a fooi, and a ilut, and a scold.” Above gross objects rises,

Next day Richard haltend to church and was wed, Whate'er refinements you pursue,

And ere night nad inform'u her whát Thomas Hear, what a friend adviles :

had iaid. * Famous for a coarse woollen manufacure,

A BALLAD.

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