CUPID's PROMISE, A FRENCH SONG, PARAPHRASED. SOFT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy, The other day, mov'd with my lyre, Oh! raise thy voice! one Song I afk; 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 If thou 'It be kind, and make me bleft. But, oh! my Chloe, beauteous maid! то тн Е 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 : 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, } M K. WOOL ASTON. THOUGH doom'd to fmall-coal, yet to arts ally'd, Rich without wealth, and famous without pride ; *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, Ovid, kind author, found him fome relief, Who must not speak, and therefore cannot live! A N |