To a LADY very handsome, but too fond

PRYTH

of DRESS.

By the Same.

RYTHEE why fo fantastick and vain!
What charms can the toilet fupply?

Why fo ftudious admirers to gain?
Need beauty lay traps for the eye?
Because that thy breaft is fo fair,

Muft thy tucker be ftill fetting right?
And canst thou not laughing forbear,
Because that thy teeth are fo white?

Shall fovereign beauty descend
To act fo ignoble a part?
Whole hours at the looking-glass spend,
A flave to the dictates of art?
And cannot thy heart be at reft

Unless thou excelleft each fair
In trinkets and trumpery dress'd?
Is not that a fuperfluous care?

Vain,

Vain, idle attempt! to pretend
The lilly with whitenefs to deck!
Does the rich folitaire recommend
The delicate turn of thy neck?
The gloffy bright hue of thy hair
Can powder or jewels adorn?
Can perfumes or vermilions compare

With the breath or the blush of the morn?

When, embarrafs'd with baubles and toys,
Thou'rt fet out fo enormoufly fine,
Over-doing thy purpose destroys,

And to please thou haft too much defign:
Little know'ft thou, how beauty beguiles,
How alluring the innocent eye;
What fweetnefs in natural fmiles,
And what charms in fimplicity lye.

Thee Nature with beauty has clad,
With genuine ornaments dress'd;
Nor can Art an embellishment add
To fet off what already is beft :
Be it thine, felf-accomplish'd to reign;
Bid the toilet be far set apart,

And difmifs with an honeft difdain

That impertinent Abigail, Art.

ANACREON.

ANACREON.

ODE III.

Tranflated by the Same.

N the dead of the night, when with labour opprefs'd

All mortals enjoy the calm bleffing of reft,

Cupid knock'd at my door, I awoke with the noise,

And who is it (I call'd) that my fleep thus deftroys?

"You need not be frighten'd, he answered mild,
"Let me in; I'm a little unfortunate child;

" "Tis a dark rainy night; and I'm wet to the skin;
"And my way I have loft; and do, pray, let me in.”

I was mov'd with compaffion; and ftriking a light,
I open'd the door; when a boy ftood in fight,

Who had wings on his shoulders: the rain from him dripp'd,
With a bow and with arrows too he was equipp'd.

I ftirr'd up my fire, and close by its fide
I fet him down by me: with napkins I dried,

I chaf'd him all over, kept out the cold air,
And I wrung with my hands the wet out of his hair,

He from wet and from cold was no fooner at eafe,
But taking his bow up, he faid, "If you pleafe
"We will try it; I would by experiment know
"If the wet hath not damag'd the string of my bow."

Forthwith

Forthwith from his quiver an arrow he drew,

To the string he apply'd it, and twang went the yew;
The arrow was gone; in my bofom it center'd:
No fting of a hornet more sharp ever enter'd.

Away skipp'd the urchin, as brisk as a bee,

And laughing, "I wish you much joy friend, quoth he: "My bow is undamag'd, for true went the dart;

"But you will have trouble enough with your heart.”

An Imitation of HORACE, Ode II. Book III.

Anguftam amice, &c.

By Mr. TITLEY, to Dr. BENTLEY.

E that would great in science grow,

HE

By whom bright Virtue is ador'd,
At first must be content to know
An humble roof, an homely board.

With want, and rigid college laws
Let him inur'd betimes, comply;

Firm to religion's facred caufe,

The learned combat let him try;

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Let

Let him her envied praises tell,
And all his eloquence difclofe
The fierce endeavours to repel,

And ftill the tumult of her foes.

Him early form'd, and feafon'd young
Subtle oppofers foon will fear,

And tremble at his artful tongue,
Like Parthians at the Roman fpear.

Grim death, th' inevitable lot

Which fools and cowards ftrive to fly,
Is with a noble pleasure fought
By him who dares for truth to die.

With pureft luftre of her own
Exalted Virtue ever shines,
Nor as the vulgar smile or frown
Advances now and now declines.

A glorious and immortal prize,
She on her hardy fon beflows,

She fhews him heaven, and bids him rise,

Tho' pain, and toil, and death oppose: With lab'ring flight he wings th' obftructed way. Leaving both common fouls and common clay.

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