CUPID's PROMISE,

A

FRENCH SONG,

PARAPHRASED.

SOFT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,

The other day, mov'd with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And utter'd thus his fond defire.

Oh! raise thy voice! one Song I afk;
Touch then thy harmonious ftring:

To Thyrfis eafy is the task,

Who can so sweetly play and fing.

Two kiffes from my mother dear,

Thyrfis, thy due reward fhall be;

None, none, like Beauty's Queen is fair,

Paris has vouch'd this truth for me.

I ftrait

I ftrait reply'd, Thou know'ft alone
That brightest Chloe rules my breast,
I'll fing the Two instead of One,

If thou 'It be kind, and make me bleft.
One kifs from Chloe's lips, no more,
I crave: He promis'd me fuccefs ;
I play'd with all my skill and power,
My glowing paffion to exprefs.

But, oh! my Chloe, beauteous maid!
Wilt thou the wifh'd reward bestow?
Wilt thou make good what Love has said,
And, by thy grant, his power fhow?

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EARL OF OXFORD,

WRITTEN EXTEMPORE,

IN LADY OXFORD's STUDY, 1717.

PEN, ink, and wax, and paper fend

To the kind wife, the lovely friend :
Smiling, bid her freely write
What her happy thoughts indite;
Of virtue, goodness, peace, and love,
Thoughts which angels may approve.

A LETTER

LETTER

ΤΟ THE

HONOURABLE LADY

MARGARET CAVENDISH HARLEY,

WHEN A CHILD.

My noble, lovely, little Peggy,

Let this my first epistle beg you,

At dawn of morn and close of even,
To lift your heart and hands to Heaven.
In double beauty fay your prayer:
Our Father firft,-then NOTRE PERE:
And, dearest child, along the day,
In every thing you do and say,
Obey and please my lord and lady,
So God fhall love, and Angels aid ye.
If to thefe precepts you attend,
No fecond letter need I fend,
And fo I reft your conftant friend.

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M K. WOOL ASTON.

THOUGH doom'd to fmall-coal, yet to arts

ally'd,

Rich without wealth, and famous without pride ;
Mufick's beft patron, judge of books and men,
Belov'd and honour'd by Apollo's train :
In Greece or Rome fure never did appear
So bright a genius, in fo dark a fphere:
More of the man had artfully + been fav'd,
Had Kneller painted, and had Vertue grav'd.

*Thefe verfes were written by Mr. Prior to ferve VERTUE, then a young man, and patroniz'd by Edward Earl of Oxford. Concerning the extraordinary man who is the fubject of them, a very extertaining account is given by Sir John Hawkins, in his History of Musick, vol. v. p. 70.

Sir John Hawkins obferves, it is fufpected that the infignificant adverb ARTFULLY, was inferted by a mistake of the tranfcriber, and that it originally stood PROBABLY. TRUTH

TRUTH TOLD AT LAST.

SAYS Pontius in rage, contradicting his wife,

"You never yet told me one truth in your life." Vext Pontia no way could this thefis allow, "You're a Cuckold, fays fhe; do I tell you truth

now ?"

WRITTEN

IN

LADY HO WE'S

O VID 'S

HOWEVER

EPISTLES.

OWEVER high, however cold, the fair,
However great the dying lover's care,

Ovid, kind author, found him fome relief,
Rang'd his unruly fighs, and fet his grief;
Taught him what accents had the power to move;
And always gain'd him pity, sometimes love.
But, oh! what pangs torment the deftin'd heart,
That feels the wound, yet dares not fhew the dart!
What care could Ovid to his forrows give,

Who must not speak, and therefore cannot live!
VOL. II.

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