Written in a FLOWER BOOK of my own Colouring, defigned for Lady PLI1753-4.

MOUTH.

: Debita nymphis opifex corona. HOR.

B

RING, FLORA, bring thy treasures here,

The pride of all the blooming year;
And let me, thence, a garland frame,
To crown this fair, this peerless dame !
But ah! fince envious winter lours,
And HEWELL meads resign their flow'rs,
Let art and friendship's joint effay
Diffuse their flow'rets, in her way.

Not nature can, herself, prepare
A worthy wreath for LESBIA's hair,
Whofe temper, like her forehead, smoothe,
Whose thoughts and accents form'd to foothe,
Whofe pleasing mien, and make refin’d,
Whofe artless breast, and polish'd mind,

From all the nymphs of plain or grove,

Deferv'd and won my PLIMOUTH's love.

ANACRE

ANACREONTIC. 1738.

WAS in a cool Aonian glade,

"TWA

The wanton CUPID, spent with toil,
Had fought refreshment from the shade;
And stretch'd him on the moffy foil.

A vagrant mufe drew nigh, and found
The fubtle traitor fast asleep;

And is it thine to fnore profound,

She faid, yet leave the world to weep

?

But hufh-from this aufpicious hour,
The world, I ween, may rest in peace;
And robb'd of darts, and stript of pow'r,
Thy peevish petulance decrease.

Sleep on, poor child! whilft I withdraw,
And this thy vile artillery hide-
When the Caftalian fount fhe faw,
And plung'd his arrows in the tide.

That magic fount―ill-judging maid!
Shall cause you foon to curfe the day
You dar'd the fhafts of love invade;
And gave his arms redoubled fway.

For

For in a stream so wonderous clear,
When angry CUPID searches round,
Will not the radiant points appear ?

Will not the furtive spoils be found?

Too foon they were; and every dart,
Dipt in the mufe's myftic fpring,
Acquir'd new force to wound the heart;
And taught at once to love and fing.

Then farewel ye Pierian quire;

For who will now your altars throng? From love we learn to fwell the lyre; And echo asks no sweeter fong.

ODE,

O D E. Written 1739.

Urit fpes animi crèdula mutui.

HOR.

"T

WAS not by beauty's aid alone,

That love ufurp'd his airy throne,

His boasted pow'r difplay'd:

'Tis kindness that secures his aim,

'Tis hope that feeds the kindling flame, Which beauty first convey'd.

In CLARA's eyes, the lightnings view;
Her lips with all the rofe's hue

Have all its fweets combin'd;

Yet vain the blush, and faint the fire, 'Till lips at once, and eyes confpire To prove the charmer kind

Tho' wit might gild the tempting fnare,
With fofteft accent, sweetest air,

By envy's felf admir'd;

If LESBIA'S wit betray'd her scorn,
In vain might every grace adorn

Thus airy STREPHON tun'd his lyre
He scorn'd the pangs of wild desire,
Which love-fick fwains endure:

Refolv'd to brave the keenest dart;

Since frowns could never wound his heart,
And fmiles--muft ever cure.

But ah! how false these maxims prove,
How frail fecurity from love,

Experience hourly fhows!

Love can imagin'd fmiles fupply,
On every charming lip and eye
Eternal fweets bestows.

In vain we truft the fair-one's eyes;
In vain the fage explores the fkies,
To learn from stars his fate :
'Till led by fancy wide aftray,
He finds no planet mark his way;
Convinc'd and wife-too late.

As partial to their words we prove;
Then boldly join the lifts of love,
With towering hopes fupply'd:
So heroes, taught by doubtful fhrines,
Miftook their deity's defigns;

Then took the field--and dy’d.

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