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So at th' approach of death the cygnet tries tives
ADVICE to á Lady in Au T U M N.*
ASSES milk; half a pint, take at seven, 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 pleasure in bed. --Mary, bring memy gown: Slip on that ere you rise ; let your caution be fuch; Keepallcold from your breast, there's already too much ;
Your pinners set right, your twitcher ty’d on,
On a LADY's drinking the Bath Waters.
THE gushing streams impetuous flow, - .
In haste to Delia's lips to go, With equal haste and equal heat, . . . Who would not rush those lips to meet? . Bless’d envy'd streams, still greater bliss Attends your warm and liquid kiss. For from her lips your welcome tide" : Shall down her heaving bosom glide; There fill each swelling globe of love, And touch that heart I ne'er could move. From hence in soft meanders stray, ". And find at last the blissful way . Which thought may paint, tho' verse mayn't say. ] Too happy rival dwell not there To rack my heart with jealous care, But quit the bleft abode, though loth, And quickly passing, ease us both.
VERSES written in a LADY'S SHERLOCK
upon Death. . .
M Istaken fair, lay Sherlock by,
His doctrine is deceiving ;.
He cheats us of our living."
To live's to love, to bless, be blest . With mutual inclination ;
Share then my ardour in your breaft, : . And kindly meet my passion......
But if thus bless'd I may not live,
And pity you deny, zijn To me at least your Sherlock give, 'Tis I must learn to die.
W HEN Fanny blooming fair
First caught my ravish'd fight, Struck with her shape and air,
I felt a strange delight: Whilst 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 basking lies,
His shafts are hoarded there; Her blooming cheeks are dy'd
With colour all their own, Excelling far the pride
Of roses newly blown.