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She next the stately Bull implor'd;
The Goat remark'd, "her pulse was high.
The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd "His sides a load of wool sustain'd; Said, he was slow, confess'd his fears; For Hounds ate Sheep as well as Hares."
She now the trotting Calf address'd, To save from death a friend distress'd.
"Shall I," says he, "of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler pass'd you by; How strong are those! how weak am I! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then; you know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part. How shall we all lament! Adieu; For see, the hounds are just in view^
ELEGY TO MISS DASHWOOD. L
IN THE MANNER OF OVID.
By Mr. HAMMOND.
\J SAY, thou dear possessor of my breast,
0 where that heart I fondly thought my own!
1 scorn the beauties common eyes adore,
The more I view them, feel thy worth the more:
When from thy sight I waste the tedious day, A thousand schemes I form, and things to say; But when thy presence gives the time I seek, My heart's so full, I wish, but cannot speak.
And could I speak with elegance and ease, Till now not tedious of the art to please; Could I, at woman who so oft exclaim, Expose (nor blush) thy triumph and my shame; Abjure those maxims I so lately priz'd, And eourt that sex I foolishly despis'd; Own thou hast soften'd my obdurate mind, And thou reveng'd the wrongs o^lBinankind: Lost were my words, and fruitless all my pain, In vain to tell thee, all I write in vain: My humble sighs shall only reach thy ears, And all my eloquence shall be my tears.
And now (for more I never must pretend) Hear me not as thy lover, but thy friend: Thousands will fain thy little heart ensnare (For without danger none like thee are fair);
But wisely choose who best deserves thy flame,