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I begg'd that she would give me leave to lose,
A FRENCEI SONG PARAPHRASED,
SoFT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
Oh! raise thy voices one song I ask;
To Thyrsis easy is the task,
Two kisses from my mother dear,
None, none, like beauty's queen is fair,
I straight replied, Thou know'st alone
I'll sing thee two instead of one,
One kiss from Chloe's lips, no more
I play'd with all my skill and power,
But oh! my Chloe, beauteous maid!
Wilt thou make good what love has said,
TO THE EARL OF OXFORD. written ExtEM port E, IN LADY Oxford's STUDY, 1717.
PEN, ink, and wax, and paper send
WOL. II. 19
A LETTER TO THE HONOURABLE LADY MARGARET CAVENDISH HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD.
MY noble, lovely, little Peggy,
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 2°
IN LADY How E'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.
w Taught him what accents had the power to move, And always gain’d him pity, sometimes love. But, oh! what pangs torment the destin’d heart, That feels the wound, yet dares not show the dart | What ease could Ovid to his sorrows give, • Who must not speak, and therefore cannot live
AN EPISTLE. MDCCXVI.
I PRAY, good Lady Harley, let Jonathan know,
I PRAY. Lady Harriot the time to assign
IF wit or honesty could save