SILVIA had wit, had fpirits too; To hear the one, the other view, Her wit, her youth too claim'd its share, But turn up-heads or tails. STANZAS to the Memory of an agreeable LADY, buried in Marriage to a Perfon undeferving her. "T WAS always held, and ever will, T'anticipate a leffer ill, Than undergo a greater. When mortals dread diseases, pain, And languishing conditions Rather than lofe his whole eftate, Full gladly pays four parts in eight Our Our merchants Spain has near undone This bears our noble k—to fhun With num❜rous ills, in fingle life, Such to avoid, he takes a wife- Poor GRATIA, in her twentieth year, Before an ape below, COLE MIRA. A Culinary ECLOGUE. Nec tantum Veneris, quantum ftudiofa culine. N Ight's fable clouds had half the globe o'erspread, And filence reign'd, and folks were gone to bed: When love, which gentle fleep can ne'er infpire, Had feated DAMON by the kitchen fire. Penfive he lay, extended on the ground; The little lares kept their vigils round; The The fawning cats compaffionate his case, To all his 'plaints the fleeping curs reply, Cou'd I (he cry'd) express, how bright a grace Adorns thy morning hands, and well-wafh'd face Thou wou'dft, COLEMIRA, grant what I implore, And yield me love, or wash thy face no more. Ah! who can fee, and seeing, not admire, But fure no chamber-damfel can compare, When in meridian luftre fhines my fair, When warm'd with dinner's toil, in pearly rills, Oh! how I long, how ardently defire, To view those rofy fingers ftrike the lyre! With With her! I fhou'd not envy G his queen, Tho' fhe in royal grandeur deck'd be seen: Ah! how it does my drooping heart rejoice, When in the hall I hear thy mellow voice! How wou'd that voice exceed the village-bell; Wou'dit thou but fing, "I like thee paffing well!" When from the hearth fhe bade the pointers go, How foft! how eafy did her accents flow! "Get out, fhe cry'd, when ftrangers come to fup, "One ne'er can raise thofe fnoring devils up. Then, full of wrath, she kick'd each lazy brute, Alas! I envy'd even that falute : 'Twas fure misplac'd,-SHOCK said, or seem'd to say, He had as lief, I had the kick, as they. If the the mystic bellows take in hand, But shou'd the flame this rougher aid refuse, And only gentler med'cines be of use; With full-blown cheeks fhe ends the doubtful strife, Foments the infant flame, and puffs it into life. Such arts, as these, exalt the drooping fire, I burn! I burn! O! give thy puffing o'er, With all her haughty looks, the time I've seen; When this proud damfel has more humble been, When with nice airs fhe hoift the pan-cake round, And dropt it, hapless fair! upon the ground. Look, with what charming grace! what winning tricks! The artful charmer rubs the candlesticks! So bright she makes the candlesticks she handles, Oft have I faid,-there were no need of candles. But thou, my fair! who never wou'dft approve, Or hear, the tender ftory of my love; Or mind, how burns my raging breaft,-a buttonPerhaps art dreaming of a breast of mutton. Thus faid, and wept the fad defponding fwain, But nymphs are free with those they shou'd deny ; Now chirping crickets raise their tinkling voice, The |