But can't our ftate of pow'r bereave Then, if hard dealt with here by fate, And fign th' acquittance for the wrong. Curious to try, what 'tis to hate; If dark and bluft'ring prove fome nights, K Nor Nor wanting the difperfive bowl Life's voyage to the world unknown. On the Reverend Mr. LAURENCE ECHARD's, and Bishop GILBERT BURNET's Histories. G By the Same. IL's hiftory appears to me A cafe of skeletons well done, His sharp and strong incifion pen And does with lucid fkill impart Their hands are fair, their faces fresh; And And from his fweet'ning art derive He wax-work made to please the fons, The SPARROW and DIAMOND. A SONG. By the Same. I. Lately faw, what now I fing. Fair Lucia's hand display'd; The feather'd play-thing she caress'd, And while it neftled on her breast, She lifp'd the dearest things. III. With chizzel bill a spark ill fet He loofen'd from the reft, And swallow'd down to grind his meat, The eafier to digeft. IV. She feiz'd his bill with wild affright, 'Twas gone! fhe ficken'd at the fight, The tongue-ty'd knocker none might use, The footmen went without their fhoes, The street was laid with ftraw. VI. The doctor us'd his oily art Of strong emetick kind, And engineer'd behind. VII. When phyfick ceas'd to spend its store To bring away the stone, Dicky, like people given o'er, Picks up, when let alone. VIII. His eyes difpell'd their fickly dews, He peck'd behind his wing; Lucia recovering at the news, Relapses for the ring. IX. Mean IX. Meanwhile within her beauteous breast "Two different paffions ftrove; When av❜rice ended the contest, X. Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing, Thy pains the fex display, Who only to repair a ring Could take thy life away! XI. Drive av'rice from your breafts, ye fair, Monster of fouleft mien : Ye would not let it harbour there, XII. It made a virgin put on guile, JOVE K 3 |