H:s jocamur, ludimus, amamus, dulemus, querimur, irafci-

mur; describimus aliquid modo pressius, modo elatius:
atque ipsa varietate tentamus efficere, ut alia aliis, quæ-
dam fortasse omnibus placeant.

PLIN. EPIST.

of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit a man, fimplicity a child:
With native humour temp'ring virtuous rage;
Form'd to delight at once, and lah the age:
Above temptation in a low efiate,
And uncorrupted ev'n amongst the great;
A safe companion, and an easy friend;
Unblam'd thro'life, lamented in thy end:
There are thy honours! ------

POPE.

Bell's second edition.

VOL. II.

EDINBURG:
AT THE Apollo Press, BY THE MARTINS,

Anno 1784,

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Fatigu'd at laft, a calm retreat I chose,
And footh'd my harass'd mind with sweet repose;
Where fields, and shades, and the refreshing clime,
Inspire the sylvan song, and prompt my rhyme.
My Muse shall rove thro’ flow'ry meads and plains,
And deck with Rural Sports her native strains,
Aud the same road ambitiously pursue,
Frequented by the Mantuan swain and you.

RURAL SPORTS. TO POPE.

EDINBURG:
AT THE Apoilo Press, BY TUE MARTINS.

Anno 1784.

TO A LADY.

Occasioned by the arrival of her Royal Highness,
Madam, to all yồut censures i sübniit,
And frankly own i fould long since have writ?
You told me, filence would be thought å crime,
And kindly flrove to tease me into thymë.
No more let trifling themes your Müse employ,
Nor lavish verse to paint a female toy:
No more on plains with rural damsels sporty
But sing the glories of the British court.

by your commands and inclination (way'd,
I call'd th' unwilling Muses to my aid;

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Resolvid to write the noble theme I chose,
And to the Princess thus the poent rose.

Aid me, bright Phæbus! aid, ye. facréd Niñe!
Exalt my genius, and my verse refine.
My strains with Carolina's name I grace, 15
The lovely parent of our royal race.
Breathe soft, ye Winds! ye Waves! in Nletiće sleep,
Let prosp'rous breezés wanton o'er the deep,
Swell the white fails, and with the streamers play,
To waft her gently o'er the wat'ry way. 20

Here I to Neptune form'd à pompous pray't,
To rein the winds and guard the royal fair ;
Bid the blue 'Tritons found their twisted shells,
And call the Nereids from their pearly tells.

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