Slander befide her, like a Mag-pie, chatters, With Envy, (fpitting Cat) dread foe to peace; Like a curs'd Cur, Malice before her clatters, 35
And vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to tata
Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry Collier's hand,
Her mouth was black as bull-dogs at the stall:
She scratched, bit, and fpar'd ne lace ne band,
And bitch and rogue her anfwer was to all; 40
Nay, e'en the parts of fhame by name would call :
Yea, when the paffed by or lane or nook,
Would greet the man who turn'd him to the Wall,
And by his hand obfcene the porter took,
Nor ever did afkance like modeft Virgin look: 45
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Woolwich and Wapping, fmelling ftrong of pitch; Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown, And Twick'nam fuch, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, statues, urns, and Jo-n's Dog and Litch,
Vales, fpires, meandring ftreams, and Windfor's tow'ry pride.
Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.
AIR Charmer, cease, nor make
A heart refign'd the conqueft of your eyes:
Well might, alas! that threatned veffel fail,
Which winds and lightning both at once affail.
We were too bleft with these inchanting lays, 5
Which must be heav'nly when an Angel plays:
But killing charms your lover's death contrive,
Left heav'nly mufic fhould be heard alive.
Orpheus could charm the trees, but thus a tree,
Taught by your hand, can charm nó lefs than he:
A poet made the filent wood pursue,
This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too.
On a FAN of the Author's design, in which was painted the story of CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA VENI.
OME, gentle Air! th' Æolian shepherd said,
While Procris panted in the secret shade;
Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries,
While at her feet her swain expiring lies.
Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties ftray,
Breathe on her lips, and in her bosom play!
In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found,
Nor could that fabled dart more surely wound:
Both gifts deftructive to the givers prove;
Alike both lovers fall by thofe they love.
Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives,
At random wounds, nor knows the wound the
She views the story with attentive eyes,
And pities Procris, while her lover dies.
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where opening Rofes breathing sweets diffuse,
And foft Carnations show'r their balmy dews;
Where Lilies fmile in virgin robes of white,
The thin Undress of fuperficial Light,
And vary'd Tulips show so dazling gay,
Blushing in bright diverfities of day.
Each painted flouret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; 10
And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose,
And mount the Hill in venerable rows:
There the green Infants in their beds are laid, 15
The Garden's Hope, and its expected fhade.
Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
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