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The language that flows from the heart
Is a stranger to Paridel's tongue; -Yet may the beware of his art, Or fure I must envy the fong.
E fhepherds, give ear to my lay,
And take no more heed of my sheep: They have nothing to do but to stray;
I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove;
She was fair-and my paffion begun;
Perhaps I was void of all thought:
It banishes wifdom the while 3
She is faithlefs, and I am undone;
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 ftream, The peace which from folitude flows, Henceforth fhall be Corydon's theme. High transports are fhewn to the fight, But we are not to find them our own; Fate never bestow'd fuch delight,
As I with my Phyllis had known.
O ye woods, spread your branches apace;
I would hide with the beasts of the chace;
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 !
PIECES OF HUMOUR.
FLIRT and PHIL;
A Decifion for the LADIES.
Wit, by learning well refin'd,
A beau, but of the rural kind,
To Sylvia made pretences;
They both profefs'd an equal love;
Young sprightly Flirt, of blooming mien,
Phil of books enquir'd;
A wight, for wit and parts admir'd;
And witty ladies priz'd him.
Silvia had wit, had fpiras too;
Sufpended held the fcales:
Her wit, her youth too, claim'd its fhare,
Let none, the preference declare,
But turn up-heads or tails.
STANZAS to the Memory of an agreeable LADY, buried in Marriage to a Perfon undeserving her.
WAS always held, and ever will,
By fage mankind, difcreeter,
T'anticipate a leffer ill,
Than undergo a greater.
When mortals dread diseases, pain,
Full gladly pays four parts in eight
To taxes and excifes.
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.
A Culinary ECLOGUE.
"Nec tantum Veneris, quantum ftudiofa culinæ."
IGHT'S fable clouds had half the globe o'erfpread,
Penfive he lay, extended on the ground;
To all his plaints the flecping curs reply,
Could I (he cry'd) exprefs, how bright a grace Adorns thy morning hands, and well-wash'd face; Thou wouldft, Colemira, grant what I implore, And yield me love, or wash thy face no more.
Ah! who can fee, and seeing not admire,
Whene'er the fets the pot upon the fire!
Her hands out-fhine the fire, and redder things;
But fure no chamber-damfel can compare,