So at th' approach of death the cygnet tries To warble one note more, and finging dies. Had puzzled Loyalty for half an age: Conqu❜ring our hearts you end the long difpute; To Tory doctrines even Whigs refign, And in your perfon own the right divine. ADVICE to a Lady in AUTUMN. A SSES milk, half a pint, take at feven, or before; Then fleep for an hour or two, and no more. At nine stretch your arms, and oh! think when alone, There's no pleafure in bed.-MARY, bring me my gown: Slip on that ere you rife; let your caution be fuch Keepall cold from your breaft, there's already too much; Your pinners fet right, your twitcher ty'd on, And with fenfe like your own, fet your mind for the day. On a LADY's drinking the BATH Waters. HE gufhing ftreams impetuous flow, ΤΗ In hafte to DELIA's lips to go, With equal hafte and equal heat, And touch that heart I ne'er could move. And find at laft the blissful way Which thought may paint, tho' verfe mayn't say. Too happy rival dwell not there. To rack my heart with jealous care, To live's to love, to blefs, be bleft With mutual inclination; Share then my ardour in your breast, But if thus blefs'd I may not live, And pity you deny, To me at least your Sherlock give, 'Tis I must learn to die. SONG. W SONG. HEN Fanny blooming fair First caught my ravish'd fight, Struck with her shape and air, I felt a strange delight: Whilft eagerly I gaz'd, Admiring every part, And every feature prais'd, She stole into my heart. In her bewitching eyes Ten thousand loves appear; There Cupid bafking lies, His fhafts are hoarded there; Her blooming cheeks are dy'd With colour all their own, Excelling far the pride Of roses newly blown. Her |