"Senfe that fhuns each conscious air,
"Wit that falls ere well aware;
"Generous pity, prone to figh
"If her kid or lambkin die.

"Let not lucre, let not pride
"Draw thee from fuch charms afide ;
"Have not those their proper sphere ?
"Gentler paffions triumph here.

"See, to fweeten thy repofe,

“The blossom buds, the fountain flows; "Lo! to crown thy healthful board,

"All that milk and fruits afford.

"Seek no more----the rest is vain:

"Pleasure ending foon in pain:
Anguish lightly gilded o'er :
"Close thy wifsh, and feek no more.'

NANCY

Nerine Galatea! thymo mihi dulcior Hybla!
Candidior cygnis, hederá formofior albâ!

By the Same.

HE western sky was purpled o'er

Twith every pleafing ray :

And flocks reviving felt no more
The fultry heats of day:

When from an hazle's artless bower
Soft-warbled Strephon's tongue;
He bleft the Scene, he bleft the hour,
While Nancy's praise he fung.

"Let fops with fickle falfhood range

The paths of wanton love,

Whilft weeping maids lament their change,

And fadden every grove:

But

But endless bleffings crown the day,
I faw fair Efham's dale!

And every bleffing find its way
To Nancy of the Vale.

'Twas from Avona's banks the maid
Diffus'd her lovely beams;

And every fhining glance display'd.
The Naïd of the streams.

Soft as the wild-duck's tender young,
That float on Avon's tide ;
Bright as the water-lily, fprung,
And glittering near its fide.

Fresh as the bordering flowers, her bloom :
Her eye, all mild to view;

The little halcyon's azure plume

Was never half fo blue.

Her shape was like the reed fo fleek,

So taper, ftrait, and fair;

Her dimpled fmile, her blushing cheek,
How charming fweet they were!

Far in the winding Vale retir'd,
This peerless bud I found;

And shadowing rocks, and woods conspir'd

To fence her beauties round,

t

That

That Nature in fo lone a dell

Should form a Nymph fo fweet!

Or Fortune to her fecret cell
Conduct my wandering feet!

Gay lordlings fought her for their bride,
But fhe would ne'er incline:
"Prove to your equals true, the cry'd,
"As I will prove to mine.

""Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow,
"Has won my right good will;
"To him I gave my plighted vow,
"With him I'll climb the hill."

Struck with her charms and gentle truth,
I clafp'd the conftant fair;
To her alone I gave my youth,
And vow my future care.

And when this vow fhall faithlefs

prove,

Or I those charms forego;
The ftream that faw our tender love,
That ftream fhall cease to flow.

i

ODE

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ODE to INDOLENCE, 1750.

A

By the Same.

H! why for ever on the wing
Perfifts my weary'd foul to roam?

Why, ever cheated, ftrives to bring
Or pleasure or contentment home?

Thus the poor bird, that draws his name
From paradife's honour'd groves,

Ceafelefs fatigues his little frame;

Nor finds the refting place he loves. 7

Lo! on the rural moffy bed

My limbs with careless ease reclin'd;
Ah, gentle Sloth! indulgent fpread ::
The fame foft bandage o'er my mind.

For why should lingering thought invade,
Yet every worldly prospect cloy?
Lend me, foft Sloth, thy friendly aid,
And give me peace, debarr'd of joy.
B 2

Lov'ft