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Should act abroad the high distinguish'd part,
Or shew at least the purpose of his heart.
With thoughts like these the shining courts you
Full of new projects for almost a week:
You then despise the tinfel glittering fnare
Think vile mankind below a serious care.
Life is too fhort for any distant aim;
And cold the dull reward of future fame :
Be happy then while yet you have to live;
And love is all the bleffing heav'n can give.
Fir'd by new paffion you address the fair;
Survey the opera as a gay parterre :

Young Cloe's bloom had made you certain prize,
But for a fide-long glance from Celia's eyes :
Your beating heart acknowledges her power;
Your eager eyes her lovely form devour;
You feel the poison swelling in your breast,
And all your foul by fond defire poffefs'd.
In dying fighs a long three hours are paft;
To fome affembly with impatient haste,

feek;

With trembling hope, and doubtful fear you move, Refolv❜d to tempt your fate, and own your love : But there Belinda meets you on the stairs,

Eafy her shape, attracting all her airs;

VOL. I.

I

A fmile

A fmile fhe gives, and with a smile can wound;
Her melting voice has mufic in the found;
Her every motion wears refiftless grace;
Wit in her mien, and pleasure in her face :
Here while you vow eternity of love,
Cloe and Celia unregarded move.

Thus on the fands of Afric's burning plains,
However deeply made, no long impress remains;
The lighteft leaf can leave its figure there;
The strongest form is scatter'd by the air.
So yielding the warm temper of your mind,
So touch'd by every eye, so tofs'd by wind;
Oh! how unlike the heav'n my foul defign'd!
Unfeen, unheard, the throng around me move;
Not wishing praise, infenfible of love:
No whispers soften, nor no beauties fire;
Careless I fee the dance, and coldly hear the lyre.
So num'rous herds are driven o'er the rock ;
No print is left of all the paffing flock:
So fings the wind around the folid ftone:

So vainly beat the waves with fruitless moan.
Tedious the toil, and great the workman's care,
Who dare attempt to fix impreffions there:

But

But fhould fome fwain, more fkilful than the reft,
Engrave his name upon this marble breast,

Not rolling ages could deface that name;

Through all the ftorms of life 'tis ftill the fame:
Tho' length of years with mofs may fhade the ground,
Deep, tho' unfeen, remains the secret wound.

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By the Same.

HAT could luxurious woman wifh for more,

To fix her joys, or to extend her pow'r?
Their every wish was in this Mary feen,
Gay, witty, youthful, beauteous, and a queen.
Vain useless bleffings with ill conduct join'd!
Light as the air, and fleeting as the wind.
Whatever poets write, and lovers vow,

Beauty, what poor omnipotence haft thou!

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Queen Bess had wisdom, council, power, and laws How few efpous'd a wretched beauty's caufe!

Learn thence, ye fair, more folid charms to prize,
Contemn the idle flatt'rers of your eyes..

The brightest object shines but while 'tis new;
That influence leffens by familiar view.
Monarchs and beauties rule with equal fway,
All strive to serve, and glory to obey;
Alike unpitied when depos'd they grow-
Men mock the idol of their former vow.

Two great examples have been shown to-day,
To what fure ruin paffion does betray;
What long repentance to fhort joys is due;
When reafon rules, what glory does enfue,
If you will love, love like Eliza then;
Love for amusement, like those traitors men.
Think that the pastime of a leisure hour
She favour'd oft-but never fhar'd her pow'r.
The traveller by defart wolves purfu'd,
If by his art the savage foe's fubdu'd,
The world will still the noble act applaud,
Though victory was gain'd by needful fraud.

Such is, my tender sex, our helpless case;
And fuch the barbarous heart, hid by the begging face.

By

By paffion fir'd, and not with-held by shame,
They cruel hunters are; we, trembling game.
Trust me, dear ladies, (for I know 'em well)
They burn to triumph, and they figh to tell :
Cruel to them that yield, cullies to them that fell.
Believe me, 'tis by far the wifer course,
Superior art should meet fuperior force :
Hear, but be faithful to your interest still:
Secure your hearts-then fool with whom

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