Her eyes with tears no more will flow; With jealous rage her breaft will glow: And on her tabby rival's face She deep will mark her new difgrace. A N D I. E. WHILE from our looks, fair nymph, you guess The fecret paffions of our mind; II. There needs, alas! but little art, III. 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 Soon, if my love but once were crown'd, Fair prophetefs, my grief would cease. D 2 IN vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over. That bear me far from what I love TH E DESPAIRING SHEPHERD. ALEXIS fhun'd his fellow swains, Their rural sports, and jocund strains, He loft his crook, he left his flocks; He nourish'd endless woe. The The nymphs and shepherds round him came : Clorinda came among the reft; And afk'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, 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 Through Fate's perverfe meander errs, He can imagin'd pleasures find, To combat against real cares. "He raised himself," * Afterwards Earl of Halifax. 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 fatif. faction 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 Epif tle to Arbuthnot has returned the ridicule, which his lordfhip, 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. D 4 VIII. At |