Her eyes with tears no more will flow; She deep will mark her new disgrace. WHILE from our looks, fair nymph, you guess The fecret paffions of our mind; A heart to love and grief inclin❜d. There needs, alas! but little art, To have this fatal fecret found: How can I fee you, and not love; While you as op'ning east are fair ? While cold as northern blasts you prove; How can I love, and not despair? IV. The wretch in double fetters bound Your potent mercy may release : I N vain you tell your parting lover, That bear me far from what I love ? THE DESPAIRING SHEPHERD. ALEXIS LEXIS fhun'd his fellow fwains, He loft his crook, he left his flocks; He nourish'd endless woe. The The nymphs and shepherds round him came: He The fatal caufe all kindly feek': ' He mingled his concern with theirs ; gave Clorinda came among the reft; And alk'd the reafon of his woe : She fear'd too much to know. The fhepherd rais'd his mournful head; While I the cruel truth reveal ; Which nothing from my breast should tear; 'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, I love, and I defpair. D. 3 heart: Too Too much, Alexis, I have heard: 'Tis what I thought; 'tis what I fear'd: To breathe your vows, or speak your pain : TO THE HONOURABLE CHARLES MONTAGUE, ESQ. * I. HOWE'ER, 'tis well, that while mankind To combat against real cares. * Afterwards Earl of Halifax. He raifed himself," fays Mr. Walpole, " by his abilities and eloquence in the House of Commons, where he had the honour of being attacked, in conjunction with Lord Somers, and the satisfaction of establishing his innocence as clearly. Addison has celebrated this lord in his account of the greatest English poets: Steele has drawn his character in the dedication of the second volume of the Spectator, and the fourth of the Tatler; but Pope in the portrait of Bufo in the Epiftle to Arbuthnot has returned the ridicule, which his lordhip, in conjunction with Prior, had heaped on Dryden's Hind and Panther." He dyed 19 May, 1715. II. Fancies II. Fancies and notions he pursues, Which ne'er had being but in thought: Against experience he believes; He argues against demonstration; Pleas'd, when his reason he deceives ; And fets his judgment by his paffion. IV. The hoary fool, who many days Has ftruggled with continued forrow, To-morrow comes: 'tis noon, 'tis night; Our hopes, like tow'ring falcons, aim Our anxious pains we, all the day, † Apelles. VIII. At |