Rather than lose his whole eftate, Full gladly pays four parts in eight To taxes and excifes. With numerous ills in fingle life Such to avoid, he takes a wife- Poor Gratia, in her twentieth year, Foreseeing future woe, Chofe to attend a monkey here, Before an ape below. An AN E L E G Y, Written on VALENTINE Morning. HAR By ARK, through the facred filence of the night, Loud Chanticleer doth found his clarion fhrill, Hailing with fong the first pale gleam of light, That floats the dark brow of yon eastern hill. Bright star of morn, oh! leave not yet the wave, Ere these my ruftic hands a garland twine, Sweet maiden, fairest of the virgin throng. Sweet Sweet is the morn, and fweet the gentle breeze Oh let the flowers be fragrant as the morn, And thou, bleft faint, whom choral creatures join Oh be propitious, gentle Valentine, Oh give me to approach my sleeping love, And strew her pillow with the freshest flowers, No figh unhallow'd shall my bofom move, Nor step prophane pollute my true-love's bowers. Nor bid my unreproved eye refrain, Mean while my tongue shall chaunt her beauty's praise, And hail her sleeping with the gentlest strain. VOL. VI. R "Awake "Awake my fair, awake, for it is time; Hark, thousand songsters rife from yonder grove, And rifing carol this sweet hour of prime, Each to his mate, a roundelay of love. All nature fings the hymeneal fong, All nature follows, where the spring invites ; Come forth my love, to us thefe joys belong, Ours is the spring, and all her young delights. For us fhe throws profufely forth her flowers, Full many an hour, all lonely have I figh❜d, And oft to far retired folitude All mournfully my flow ftep have I bent, Luxurious there indulg'd my mufing mood, And there alone have given my forrows vent. This day refolv'd I dare to plight my vow, Yet if I fhould behold my love awake, Oh no, I will not truft a fault'ring speech But my meek eye, best herald to my heart, For fhe fhall read (apt scholar at this lore) With what fond paffion my true bofom glows, How hopeless of return I still adore, Nor dare the boldness of my wish disclose. |