Then, as mine eye is eastward led,

Some fair castle rears its head,

Whose height the country round commands,

Well known mark to distant lands,
There the windows glowing bright

Blaze from afar with ruddy light
Borrow'd from clouds of fcarlet dye,
Juft as the fun hath left the sky.
But if chill Eurus cut the air

With keener wing, I then repair
To park or woodland, shelter meet,
Near fome noble's ancient feat,
Where long winding walks are feen
Stately oaks and elms between,

Whose arms promifcuous form above
High over-arch'd a green alcove;
While the hoarfe-voic'd hungry rook
Near her ftick-built neft doth croak,
Waving on the topmost bough;
And the master stag below

Bellows loud with favage roar,

Stalking all his hinds before.

Thus mufing, night with even pace
Steals on, o'erfhad'wing nature's face;

While the bat with dusky wings

Flutters round in giddy rings,
And the buzzing chaffers come
Close by mine ear with folemn hum.
Homeward now my steps I guide
Some rifing graffy bank befide,
Studded thick with sparks of light
Iffuing from many a glow-worm bright;
While village-cur with minute bark
Alarms the pilf'rer in the dark,
Save what light the stars convey,
Cluster'd in the milky way,
Or scatter'd numberless on high
Twinkling all o'er the boundless sky.
Then within doors let me meet

The viol touch'd by finger neat,
Or, foft fymphonies among

Wrap me in the facred song,

Attun'd by Handel's matchless skill,

While Attention mute and still

Fixes all my foul to hear

The voice harmonious, sweet and clear.
Nor let smooth-tongu'd Converse fail,

With many a well-devised tale,

And stories link'd, to twist a chain
That may awhile old Time detain,
And make him reft upon his fcythe
Pleas'd to fee the hours fo blithe :
While, with sweet attractive grace,
The beauteous house-wife of the place
Wins the heart of every guest

By courteous deeds, and all contest
Which shall readiest homage fhew
To fuch fov'reign sweetness due.
Thefe delights, Vacation, give,

And I with thee will choose to live.

To a LADY very handsome, but too fond

of DRESS.

By the Same.

RYTHEE why so fantastic and vain!

PR

What charms can the toilet fupply?
Why fo ftudious, admirers to gain?

Need beauty lay traps for the eye?

Because

Because that thy breaft is so fair,
Must thy tucker be still setting right?
And canft thou not laughing forbear,
Because that thy teeth are fo white?

Shall fovereign beauty defcend
To act so ignoble a part?

Whole hours at the looking-glass spend,
A flave to the dictates of art?

And cannot thy heart be at reft

Unless thou excelleft each fair In trinkets and trumpery drefs'd? Is not that a fuperfluous care?

Vain, idle attempt! to pretend

The lilly with whiteness to deck! Does the rich folitaire recommend The delicate turn of thy neck? The gloffy bright hue of thy hair Can powder or jewels adorn?

Can perfumes or vermilions compare

With the breath or the blush of the morn?

When, embarrass'd with baubles and toys,
Thou'rt set out fo enormously fine,
Over-doing thy purpose destroys,

And to please thou haft too much defign:' Little know'st thou, how beauty beguiles, How alluring the innocent eye;

What sweetness in natural smiles,
And what charms in fimplicity lye.

Thee Nature with beauty has clad,
With genuine ornaments dress'd;
Nor can Art an embellishment add
To fet off what already is beft:
Be it thine, felf-accomplish'd to reign;
Bid the toilet be far fet apart,
And difmifs with an honest disdain
That impertinent Abigail, Art.

ANACREON.