Then will I mufe, and penfive fay, While innocence allow'd to waste? The Princess ELIZABETH: A Ballad alluding to a story recorded of her, when she was prifoner at WOODSTOCK, 1554. WILL you hear how once repining Great ELIZA captive lay? Each ambitious thought refigning, While the nymphs and fwains delighted "Bred on plains, or born in vallies, Stranger to the arts of malice, Who would ever courts pursue ? Malice never taught to treasure, How can they of humble station Or accufe the difpenfation Which allows them all to love? Love Love like air is widely given; Pow'r nor chance can these restrain; Peers can no fuch charms discover, Pinks and rofes in profufion, Said to fade when CHLOE's near; Fops may use the same allufion; But the fhepherd is fincere. Hark to yonder milk-maid finging Never yet did courtly maiden Would indulgent heav'n had granted Then had been my fhepherd's heart. Then, Then, with him, o'er hills and mountains, Peaceful fleep beneath the grove. Ruftics had been more forgiving; ODE ODE to a Young Lady, Somewhat too follicitous about her manner of expreffion. URVEY, my fair! that lucid ftream SUR Sown the Adown the smiling valley stray; Would art attempt, or fancy dream, So pleas'd I view thy fhining hair Survey again that verdant hill, With native plants enamel'd o'er; As vain it were, with artful dye, To change the bloom thy cheeks disclose; And oh may LAURA, ere she try, With fresh vermilion paint the rose. Hark, how the wood-lark's tuneful throat Can every study'd grace excel; Let art conftrain the rambling note, |