I begg'd that she would give me leave to lose, Yet she, still contradicting, gifts imparts, CUPID'S PROMISE. A FRENCH SONG PARAPHRASED. SOFT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy, I ask; Oh! raise thy voice! one song Who can so sweetly play and sing. Two kisses from my mother dear, I straight replied, Thou know'st alone I'll sing thee two instead of one, If thou'lt be kind, and make me blest. One kiss from Chloe's lips, no more I crave: he promis'd me success; I play'd with all my skill and power, My glowing passion to express. But oh! my Chloe, beauteous maid! Wilt thou the wish'd reward bestow? Wilt thou make good what love has said, And, by thy grant, his power show? TO THE EARL OF OXFORD. WRITTEN EXTEMPORE, IN LADY OXFORD'S STUDY, 1717. PEN, ink, and wax, and paper send A LETTER TO THE HONOURABLE LADY MARGARET CAVEN DISH HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD. My noble, lovely, little Peggy, No second letter need I send, And so I rest your constant friend. LINES 1 WRITTEN UNDER THE PRINT OF TOM BRITTON, THE SMALL-COAL-MAN, PAINTED BY MR. WOOLaston. THOUGH doom'd to small-coal, yet to arts allied, Rich without wealth, and famous without pride; 1 These verses were written by Mr. Prior to serve Vertue, then a young man, and patronized by Edward Earl of Music's best patron, judge of books and men, TRUTH TOLD AT LAST. SAYS Pontius in rage, contradicting his wife, "You never yet told me one truth in your life." Vex'd Pontia no way could this thesis allow, "You're a cuckold, says she; do I tell you truth now?" WRITTEN IN LADY HOWE'S OVID'S EPISTLES. HOWEVER high, however cold, the fair, Oxford. Concerning the extraordinary man who is the subject of them, a very entertaining account is given by Sir John Hawkins, in his History of Music, vol. v. p. 70. 1 Sir John Hawkins observes, it is suspected that the in significant adverb artfully was inserted by mistake of the transcriber, and that it originally stood probably. Taught him what accents had the power to move, AN EPISTLE. MDCCXVI. I PRAY, good Lady Harley, let Jonathan know, How long you intend to live incognito. Your humble servant, ELKANAH SETTLE. ANOTHER EPISTLE. I PRAY Lady Harriot the time to assign TRUE'S EPITAPH. IF wit or honesty could save |