Fain would my Mufe to Stowell bend her Sight, But turns aftonisht from the dazling Light, Nor dares attempt to climb the steepy Flight. O Kneller! Like thy Pictures were my Song, Clear like thy Paint, and like thy Pencil strong; These matchless Beauties fhould Recorded be, In Verfe Immortal, as thy * Gallery. *The Gallery of Beauties, Drawn by Sir Godfrey Kneller. In Imitation of the 23d. of ANACREON. On GOLD, to a MISE C Ou'd heaps of Wealth prolong our And stretch our Days beyond their D Were Life as well as Pardons Sold, And Death like Hell, Brib'd off with Gold. Then if the Messenger fhou'd come, That brings to all the fatal Doom; I'd fcorn to give him these Remains Of Time, worn out with Age and Pains : I'd ufe him kindlier than fo, And pay in Gold the Debt I owe. But fince We Mortals vainly try To purchase Immortality, It is as vain to Sigh and Grieve, And fearing Death, neglect to Live. With pleasure they shall pass away; Look in the Glass and fee it Rife; The Soul with Mirth and gay defire. Our Friends are come, the Bowls are crown'd, Let's Drink and let her Health go round. Let's Let's Drink, and let's our Time improve, The Day with Wine, the Night with Love, Of Life we all fhou'd Mifers be, The Golden Hours that now are gone, ΤΟ ΤΟ LESBIA. Quæris quot mihi bafiationes W Catullus. Ouldst thou, my deareft Lesbia, know, s throw; When to thy Lips, my Lips I join, Count |