a " I beg you, recommend my faithful flame, And Thew my merits in the fairelt light; “ But see! in yonder glade the heavenly fair. “ Enjoys the fragrance of the breezy air" Ah, thither let me fly with eager feet;. “ Adieu, my pipe ; I go my love to meet “ O, may I find her as we parted last, “ And may each future hour be like the paft! “ So Thall the whitest lamb these pastures feed, “ Propitious Venus, on thy altars, bleed.” JE A LOUS Y ECLOGUE III.. To Mr. EDWARD WALPOL E., T: HE gods, O Walpole, give no bliss sincere ;. Wealth is disturb’d by care, and power by fear. 3 Of all the passions that employ the mind, In gentle Love the sweetest joys we find; Yet ev’n those joys dire Jealousy molests, And blackens each fair image in our breasts.. the warmth of thy too tender heart Ne'er feel the sharpness of his venom'd dart! For thy own quiet, think thy mistress just, and wisely take thy happiness on trust. O may Begin, my Mufe, and Damon's woes rehearse, In wildeft numbers and diforder'd verfe. On a romantic mountain's airy head. So charming was the scene, a while the swain "Has he, like me, with long obedience strove "And, had he lov'd you more, he lefs had charm'd. "O pain to think! another fhall poffefs Those balmy lips which I was wont to press: "Another on her panting breaft shall lie, "And catch fweet madness from her fwimming eye.!. "I faw their friendly flocks together feed, "I faw them hand in hand walk o'er the mead: "Would my clos'd eye had funk in endless night, "Ere I was doom'd to bear that hateful fight! "Where-e'er they pafs'd, be blasted every flower, "And hungry wolves their helpless flocks devour! →→ "Ah wretched fwain, could no examples move Thy heedlefs heart to fhun the rage of love? “Haft thou not heard how poor * Menalcas died "A victim to Parthenia's fatal pride? Dear was the youth to all the tuneful plain,, "Lov'd by the nymphs, by Phoebus lov`d, in vain : "Around his tomb their tears the Mufes paid; "And all things mourn'd, but the relentless maid. "Would I could die like him, and be at peace? "These torments in the quiet grave would ceafe; See Mr. Gay's Dione. "There << There my vex'd thoughts a calm repofe would find, "And reft, as if my Delia ftill were kind. No, let me live, her falfehood to upbraid: "Some gods perhaps my just revenge will aid. Alas! what aid, fond fwain, wouldst thou receive? "Could thy heart bear to see its Delia grieve? Protect her, heaven! and let her never know "The flighteft part of hapless Damon's woe: “I ask no vengeance from the powers above; "All I implore is never more to love. Let me this fondness from my bofom tear, Let me forget that e'er I thought her fair. "Come, cool Indifference, and heal my breast; "Wearied, at length, I feek thy downy rest: "No turbulence of paffion fhall destroy My future cafe with flattering hopes of joy. At once tranfported, he forgot his vow, POS. C TO LORD COBHAM. OBHAM, to thee this rural lay I'bring, Whofe guiding judgment gives me skill to fing; Though far unequal to those polish'd strains, With which thy Congreve charm'd the liftening plains: Yet fhall its mufic please thy partial ear, And footh thy breast with thoughts that once were dear; The sweet remembrance shall thy youth restore, To Venus rais'd, a rustic altar ftood, Thither,] |