Lady MARY W***, to Sir W*** Y***

D

I.

EAR Colin, prevent my warm blufhes,
Since how can I fpeak without pain?
My eyes have oft told you their wishes,
Ah! can't you their meaning explain?
My paffion wou'd lose by expreffion,
And you too might cruelly blame :
Then don't you expect a confeffion
Of what is too tender to name.
II.

Since yours is the province of speaking,
Why fhou'd you expect it of me?
Our wishes fhou'd be in our keeping,
'Till you tell us what they fhou'd be.
Then quickly why don't you difcover?
Did your breaft feel tortures like mine,
Eyes need not tell over and over
What I in my bofom confine.

G

OOD madam, when ladies are willing,
A man muft needs look like a fool;

For me I wou'd not give a fhilling

For one that is kind out of rule.

At least you might stay for my offer,
Not fnatch like old maids in despair,
If you've liv'd to thefe years without proffer,
Your fighs are now lost in the air.
II.

You might leave me to guess by your blushing,

And not speak the matter so plain;
'Tis ours to pursue and be pushing,
'Tis yours to affect a disdain.
That you're in a pitiful taking,
By all your sweet ogles I fee;

But the fruit that will fall without shaking
Indeed is too mellow for me.

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Mifs SOPER'S Answer to a Lady, who invited her to retire into a monaftic Life at St. CROSS, near WINCHESTER.

I examin'd my heart,

Laft night when I lay'd me to reft;

And methinks I'm inclin'd

To a change of my mind,

For, you know, fecond thoughts are the best.

II.

To retire from the crowd

And make ourselves good,

By avoiding of every temptation,

Is in truth to reveal

What we'd better conceal,

That our paffions want fome regulation.

III.

It will much more redound

To our praise to be found,

In a world fo abounding with evil,

Unfpotted and pure;

Tho' not fo demure,

As to wage open war with the devil.

A SONG. By T. P***cy.

Nancy, wilt thou go with me,

Nor figh to leave the flaunting town :
Can filent glens have charms for thee,
The lowly cot and ruffet gown?
No longer drefs'd in filken fheen,
No longer deck'd with jewels rare,
Say can't thou quit each courtly scene,
Where thou wert faireft of the fair?

O Nancy! when thou'rt far away,
Wilt thou not caft a wish behind?
Say canft thou face the parching ray,
Nor fhrink before the wintry wind?
O can that foft and gentle mien

Extremes of hardship learn to bear,
Nor fad regret each courtly scene,

Where thou wert faireft of the fair?

O Nancy

O Nancy! can'ft thou love so true,
Thro' perils keen with me to go,
Or when thy fwain mishap fhall rue,
To share with him the pang of woe?
Say fhould disease or pain befal,

Wilt thou affume the nurfe's care,
Nor wistful thofe gay fcenes recall

Where thou wert faireft of the fair?

And when at laft thy love fhall die,

Wilt thou receive his parting breath?
Wilt thou reprefs each ftruggling figh,
And clear with fmiles the bed of death?
And wilt thou o'er his breathlefs clay
Strew flow'rs, and drop the tender tear,
Nor then regret thofe fcenes fo gay,
Where thou wert faireft of the fair?

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CYNTHIA,

an Elegiac POEM.

By the Same.

Libeat tibi Cynthia mecum

Rofcida mufcofis antra tenere jugis.

ENEATH an aged oak's embow'ring fhade,

B whofe arms with gray

PROPERT.

Whose spreading arms with gray mofs fringed were,

Around whofe trunk the clafping ivy stray'd;

A love-lorn youth oft penfive wou'd repair.

Faft