"Her gracious goodness, piety, "Consummate wisdom, meekness all, "Ten thousand glorious deeds to crown, To Heaven she wing'd her flight: And annual be your mirth." Illustrious George now fills the throne, Who can his wondrous deeds make known, Thee, favourite Nero, he has deign'd To raise to high degree! Well thou thy honours hast sustain'd, But pass-These honours on thee laid, Oh! are there not, grim mortal, tell, Oh! is there not a Heaven, a Hell? Can nought change thy obdurate mind? The prophet on thee well refin'd, How thou art lost to sense and shame, Dame Justice waits thee, well I ween, Nought can thee from her vengeance screen, Heavy her ire will fall on thee, She cuts off the impure. To her I leave thee, gloomy peer! APOLOGY TO A LADY, WHO TOLD ME, I COULD NOT LOVE HER HEARTILY, BECAUSE I HAD LOVED OTHERS. PROBABLY BY MR. PRIOR. IN IMITATION OF MR. WALLER. FAIR Sylvia, cease to blame my youth, For having lov'd before; So men, ere they have learnt the truth, My youth ('tis true) has often rang'd, For, Sylvia, when I saw those eyes, If I from this great rule do err, AGAINST MODESTY IN LOVE. For many unsuccessful years And often bath'd them with my tears, No prostrate wretch, before the shrine Of any saint above, E'er thought his goddess more divine, Or paid more awful love. Still the disdainful dame look'd down 3 By the manner in which this and the two following little pieces are printed in the Oxford and Cambridge Miscellany Poems, there is little doubt but they are the productions of the excellent pocs to whom I have ascribed them. N When Cupid whisper'd in my ear, "I'se more prevailing charms, Fond, whining, modest fool, draw near, And clasp her in your arms. "With eager kisses tempt the maid, From Cynthia's feet depart; The lips he warmly must invade, Who would possess the heart." With that I shook off all my fears, And Cynthia gave what she for years ON A YOUNG LADY'S GOING TO TOWN ONE IN THE SPRING. Ne night unhappy Celadon, Beneath a friendly myrtle's shade, With folded arms and eyes cast down, Gently repos'd his love-sick head: Whilst Thyrsis, sporting on the neighbouring plain, Thus heard the discontented youth complain: "Ask not the cause why sickly flowers Faintly recline their drooping heads; As fearful of approaching showers, They strive to hide them in their beds, Grieving with Celadon they downward grow, And feel with him a sympathy of woe. "Chloris will go; the cruel fair, Regardless of her dying swain, Leaves him to languish, to despair, And murmur out in sighs his pain. The fugitive to fair Augusta flies, To make new зlaves, and gain new victories." So restless monarchs, though possess'd Vainly ambitious still of more. Round the wide world impatiently they roam, WHEN THE CAT IS AWAY, A FABLE, INSCRIBED TO DR. SWIFT. In domibus Mures avido dente omnia captant: A LADY once (so stories say) By rats and mice infested, With gins and traps long sought to slay 6 The hints of this and the following fable appear to have originated from the fable of the Old Lady and her Cats, printed in the General Postscript, Nov. 7, 1709. They have been both ascribed to Dr. Swift. N. Great havoc 'mongst her cheese was made, At length Grimalkin to her aid Thousands of rats defeated. Ne'er cat before such glory won; All people did adore him : Envy'd Grimalkin's glory: She cannot bear, she swears she won't, But firmly is resolv'd upon 't, And vows, that, whatso'er coines on 't, She begs, she storms, she fawns, she frets, At length this spiteful waiting-maid And fairly turn'd a-grazing. Now lap-dog is again restor'd Her lady fondly does caress, But vain such hopes; the mice that filed And leaves cheese unregarded. Nor rats nor mice the lap-dog fear, Mean while, to cover their deceit, At once, and slander Grim; So lays it all on him. Nor cheesecake safe in closet; "I am a cat of honour."-" Stay! Quoth she, 66 no longer parley; "Of this we'll grant you stand acquit, "So flagrant is thy insolence, So vile thy breach of trust is, That longer with thee to dispense, Were want of power, or want of senseHere, Towzer!-do him justice." SONGS, SET TO MUSIC BY THE MOST EMINENT MASTERS THE WIDOW AND HER CAT: A WIDOW kept a favourite cat, At first a gentle creature; The fox and he were friends of old, He scratch'd the maid, he stole the cream, Nor Chanticleer upon the beam, Nor chick, nor duckling, 'scapes, when Grim Invites the fox to dinner. The dame full wisely did decree, For fear he should dispatch more, Thus speech'd it like a Lechmere': "Your golden pippins, and your pies, 7 In Tindal's Continuation of Rapin, XVII. 454, this fable is said to be by Prior or Swift. In Boyer's Political State, 1720, p. 519, where it is applied to the duke of Marlborough, it is said to be by Swift or Prior. N. The celebrated lawyer. N. I. SET BY MR. ABEL. READING ends in melancholy; Wine breeds vices and diseases; Wealth is but care, and love but folly; Only friendship truly pleases. My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly: Farewell all, if friendship ceases. II. SET BY MR. PURCELL. WHITHER would my passion run? Yet would not gain her, to undo her. Ye tyrants of the human breast, Love and Reason! cease your war, And order Death to give me rest; So each will equal triumph share. III. SET BY MR. DE FESCH STREPHONETTA, why d'ye fly me, Why in vain I you pursued; IV. SET BY MR. SMITH, COME, weep no more, for 'tis in vain; Torment not thus your pretty heart: Think, Flavia, we may meet again, As well as, that we now inust part. You sigh and weep; the gods neglect That precious dew your eyes let fall: Our joy and grief with like respect They mind; and that is, not at alk We pray, in hopes they will be kind, As if they did regard our state: They hear; and the return we find Is, that no prayer can alter Fate. Then clear your brow, and look more gay, And could such constant lovers sever; I dare not trust, lest, now they're in, They should divide us two for ever. Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve, Remembering though upon what score; This our last parting look believe, Believe we must embrace no more. Yet should our Sun shine out at last, And Fortune, without more deceit, Throw but one reconciling cast, To make two wandering lovers meet; How great then would our pleasure be, we, Each other, to be thus deceiv'd! But say, should Heaven bring no relief, Suppose our Sun should never rise: Why then what's due to such a grief, We've paid already with our eyes. V. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. LET perjur'd fair Amynta know, But, oh! she scorns to hear, or see, VI. SET BY MR. SMITH. PHILLIS, since we have both been kind, Then let us free each other's soul, And laugh at the dull constant fool, Who would love's liberty control, And teach us how to whine by rule. Let us no impositions set, Or clogs upon each other's heart; We both have spent our stock of love, VII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. PHILLIS, this pious talk give o'er, As not to know your heart. In vain you fancy to deceive, But this is all a sham: VIII. SET BY MR. SMITH. STILL, Dorinda, I adore, Staying, I my vows shall fail; You, my love, too nicely coy, But I cannot promise too What my love may make me do, While with her for whom I languish. For in thee strange magic lies, But, Dorinda, you're severe, IX. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. Is it, O Love, thy want of eyes, Or by the Fates decreed, Or for each other bleed? If thou would'st make two youthful hearts One amorous shaft obey; "Twould save thee the expense of darts, And more extend thy sway. XI. SET BY MR. SMITH. SINCE my words, though ne'er so tender, Nor so much as warm your breast: What his eyes so plainly show. A Leonora, whose blest birth Has no relation to this Earth. XV. SET BY MR. SMITH. ONCE I was unconfin'd and free, But now, not master of my heart, She acts without control: Deceiv'd by Phillis' looks and smiles, From one I fancy every kiss Has something in't divine: Thus here you see a shared heart, I find the time approaches fast, XII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. MORELLA, charming without art, Can never lose the smallest part Oblig'd a thousand several ways, While passion, which her beauties raise, XIII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. Love!, inform thy faithful creature Tell the secret show the wonder, I am lost if we're asunder, XIV. SET BY MR. DE FESCH Touch the lyre, on every string, XVI. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. FAREWELL, Amynta, we must part; Hadst thou not thus my love abus'd, Thy cruelty I had excus'd, And I had lov'd thee still. But know, my soul disdains thy sway, Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd, And now, alas! how much disdain'd By me, and scorn'd by all. Yet thinking of each happy hour, Which I with thee have spent, But pride will never let me bow, |