"Not Colin's broken Vows, but Damon's Truth, "Now blends my Fate with thine, deferving "Youth!

"To try thee, O ! forgive, if try'd too far, "Was all I meant, whate'er my Actions were.' Her Hand, with fudden Rapture, Damon preft, The joyful Pair confenting Colin blest; To Damon's Cot they take the flow'ry Way, With guiltless Mirth to crown the happy Day.

The DISAPPOINTED MILKMAID.

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A TALE.

OW poorly your Projectors fare,
That build their Caftles in the Air!
Still tow'ring on from Scheme to Scheme,
They top Olympus in a Dream:
But waking, find (Nineteen i' th' Score)
Themselves far lower than before.

Of these the Inftances are many,
And this will ferve as well as any.
It happen'd on a Summer's Day,
A Country Lafs as fresh as May,
Deck'd in a wholesome Ruffet Gown,
Was going to next Market Town.
So blithe her Looks, fo fimply clean,
You'd take her for a May-day Queen;

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Save,

Save, 'ftead of Garland (fays my Tale)
Her Head bore Brindy's loaded Pail.
As on her Way fhe pass'd along,
She hum'd the Fragments of a Song.
She did not hum for want of Thought,
Quite pleas'd with what to Sale she brought ;
And reckon'd by her own Account,
When all was fold, the whole Amount.
Thus fhe-In Time, this little Ware
May turn to great Account with Care.
My Milk being fold for fo and so,
I'll buy fome Eggs as Markets go,
And fet them-At the Time I fix
Thefe Eggs will bring as many Chicks ;
I'll spare no Pains to feed 'em well,
They'll bring vaft Profit when they fell :
With this I'll buy a little Pig,
And when 'tis grown up fat and big,
I'll fell it, whether Boar or Sow,
And with the Money buy a Cow.
This Cow will furely have a Calf,
And there the Profit's Half in Half :
Befides there's Butter, Milk, and Cheese,
To keep the Market when I please.
All which I'll fell, and buy a Farm,
Then fhall of Sweethearts have a Swarm.
O! then for Ribbends, Gloves, and Rings,
Ay, more than twenty pretty Things :

One brings me this,
And I fhall have

another that,

the Lord knows what!

Fir'd with the Thoughts, the frantic Lafs, Of what was thus to come to pass, Her Heart beat ftrong, fhe gave a Bound, And down came Milkpail on the Ground. Eggs, Fowl, Pig, Hog (ah! well-o'-day !) Cow, Calf, and Farm,— all swam away.

HESIOD; or the RISE of WOMAN.

A TAL E.

By Mr. PARNELL.

HAT antient Times (thofe Times we

W fancy wife)

Have left on long Record of Woman's Rise, What Morals teach it, and what Fables hide, What Author wrote it, how that Author dy'd, All these I fing. In Greece they fram'd the Tale (InGreece'twas thought aWoman might be frail.) Ye modern Beauties! where the Poet drew His fofteft Pencil, think he dreamt of you; And warn'd by him, ye wanton Pens, beware How Heav'n's concern'd to vindicate the Fair. The Cafe was Hefiod's; he the Fable writ;" Some think with Meaning, fome with idle Wit: Perhaps 'tis either, as the Ladies please; I wave the Contest, and commence the Lays.

In Days of Yore, (no matter where or when, 'Twas ere the low Creation fwarm'd with Men) That one Prometheus, fprung of heav'nly Birth, (Our Author's Song can witnefs) liv'd on Earth. He carv'd the Turf to mould a manly Frame, And ftole from Jove his animating Flame. The fly Contrivance o'er Olympus ran, When thus the Monarch of the Stars began: Oh vers'd in Arts! whose daring Thoughts afpire

To kindle Clay with never-dying Fire!
Enjoy thy Glory past, That Gift was thine;
The next thy Creature meets, be fairly mine :
And fuch a Gift, a Vengeance fo design'd,
As fuits the Counsel of a God to find;
A pleasing Bofom-cheat, a fpecious Ill,
Which felt they curfe, yet covet still to feel.
He faid, and Vulcan strait the Sire commands,
To temper Mortar with etherial Hands;
In fuch a Shape to mould a rifing Fair,
As Virgin-Goddeffes are proud to wear;
To make her Eyes with Diamond-water shine,
And form her Organs for a Voice divine.
'Twas thus the Sire ordain'd; the Pow'r obey'd;
And work'd,and wonder'd at the Work he made;
The faireft, fofteft, sweetest Frame beneath,
Now made to feem, now more than seem to
breathe.

As Vulcan ends, the cheerful Queen of Charms Clafp'd the new-panting Creature in her Arms; From

From that Embrace a fine Complexion spread,
Where mingled Whiteness glow'd with softer
Red.

Then in a Kifs fhe breath'd her various Arts,
Of trifling prettily with wounded Hearts;
A Mind for Love, but still a changing Mind;
The Lifp affected, and the Glance defign'd;
The sweet confusing Blush, the secret Wink,
The gentle-fwimming Walk, the courteous
Sink,

The Stare for Strangenefs fit, for Scorn the
Frown,

For decent yielding Looks declining down, The practis'd Languish, where well-feign'd Defire

Wou'd own its melting in a mutual Fire; Gay Smiles to comfort; April Show'rs to move; And all the Nature, all the Art, of Love.

Gold-fcepter'd Juno next exalts the Fair; Her Touch endows her with imperious Air, Self-valuing Fancy, highly-crested Pride, Strong fov'reign Will, and fome Defire to chide : For which an Eloquence, that aims to vex, With native Tropes of Anger, arms the Sex.

Minerva (fkilful Goddefs) trained the Maid To twirl the Spindle by the twifting Thread, To fix the Loom, inftruct the Reeds to part, Crofs the longWeft, and close the Web with Art,