Beware how you loiter in vain Amid nymphs of an higher degree: It is not for me to explain How fair, and how fickle, they be. Alas! from the day that we met, The glance that undid my repose. The flower, and the fhrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me. The sweets of a dew-fprinkled rofe, The found of a murmuring stream, ye woods, fpread your branches apace; To your deepest recesses I fly; I would hide with the beafts of the chace; I would vanish from every eye. Yet my reed fhall refound through the grove With the fame fad complaint it begun; How the fmil'd, and I could not but love; Was faithlefs, and I am undone ! LEVITIES; O R PIECES OF HUMOUR, FLIRT and PHIL; A Decifion for the LADIES. A Wit, by learning well refin'd, A beau, but of the rural kind, To Sylvia made pretences; They both profefs'd an equal love; Yet hop'd, by different means to move Young sprightly Flirt, of blooming mien, Sufpended held the scales: Her wit, her youth too, claim'd its share, Let none the preference declare, But turn up-heads or tails. STANZAS to the Memory of an agreeable I "TWAS always held, and ever will, T'anticipate a leffer ill, Than undergo a greater. When mortals dread diseases, pain, Rather than lofe his whole eftate, Full gladly pays four parts in eight Our merchants Spain has near undone With numerous ills, in fingle life, Poor Gratia in her twentieth year, Chofe to attend a monkey here, Before an ape below. COLE COLE MIR A. A Culinary ECLOGUE. "Nec tantum Veneris, quantum ftudiofa culinæ." N TIGHT'S fable clouds had half the globe o'erfpread, And filence reign'd, and folks were gone to bed: When love, which gentle fleep can ne'er inspire, Had feated Damon by the kitchen fire. Penfive he lay, extended on the ground; To all his plaints the fleeping curs reply, Could I (he cry'd) exprefs, how bright a grace But fure no chamber-damfel can compare, When in meridian luftre fhines my fair, When warm'd with dinner's toil, in pearly rills, Oh! how I long, how ardently defire, With her! I fhould not envy George his queen, Ah! now it does my drooping heart rejoice, When from the heart fhe bade the pointers go, Then, full of wrath, the kick'd each lazy brute, Alas! I envy'd even that falute: 'Twas fure misplac'd,---Shock faid, or fecm'd to say, He had as lief, I had the kick, as they. If she the mystic bellows take in hand, O may'st thou ne'er by Eolus be feen, But |