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Have you observ'd a sitting harr,
“ Search, then,” she said, “ put in your hand, Listening, and fearful, of the storm
And Cynthia, dear protectress, guard me: Of horns and hounds, clap back her car,
As guilty 1, or free., may stand, Afraid to keep, or leave her form?
Do thou or punish or reward me." Or hare you mark'd a partridge quake,
But ah? what maid to Love can trust! Viewing the towering falcon nigh?
He scorns, and breaks, all legal power : She cuddles low behind the brake:
Into her breast his hand he thrust; Nor would she stay; nor dares she fly.
And in a moment forc'd it lower. Then have you sorn the beauteous maid;
0, whither do those fingers rove,” When gazing on her midnight foes,
Cries Cloe, “ treacherous urchin, whither?» She turn'd rach way her frighted head,
“ O Venus! I shall And thy Dove," Then sunk it deep beneath the clothes.
Says he ; for sure I touch his feather."
Incognito : for Susan said,
A LOVER'S ANGER.
As Cloe came into the room t'other day,
I peevislı began: Where so long could you star? And thus to Cloe spoke the god :
In your life-time you never regarded your hour;
You promis d at two; and (pray look child,) 'tis “Hold up your head : hold up your hand :
four. Woul i it were not my lot to show ye
A lady's watch needs peither figures nor whers : This cruel writ, wherein you stand
'Tis enough, that'tis loaried with baubles and scals. Indicted by the name of Cloe!
A temper so heedless no mortal can bear," " For that, by secret malice stirrd,
Thus far I went on with a resolute air. (speak!" Or by an emulous pride invited,
“ Lord bless me!" said she; “ let a boily but You have purloin'd the favourite bird,
H re's an ugly hard rose-bod fallen into my neck: In which my mother most delighted.”
It has hurt me, and vext ine to such a degreece
See here! for you never believe me; pray see, Her blushing face the lovely maid Rais'd just above the milk-white sheet;
On the left side my breast, what a mark it has
made!” A rose-tree in a lily bed Nor glows so red, nor breathes so
So saying, her besoin she careless display'd:
That seat of delight I with wonder survey'd " Are ye not he whom virgins fear, And widows court? is not your name
And forgot every word I design'd to have said. Cupid ? If so, pray come not ncar
« Fair maiden, I'm the very same. Then what have I, good sir, to say, Or do with her you call your mouer!
MERCURY AND CUPID If I should meet hier in my way,
Is sullen humour one day Jove We hardly court'sy to each other.
Sent llerines down to Ida's grove, “ Diana chaste, and Hebe sweet,
Commanding Cupid to deliver Witness that what I speak is true ;
His store of darts, his total quiver; I would not give my paroquet
That Herines should the weapons break, For all the Doves that ever flew.
Or throw them into Lethe's lake.
Hermes, you know, must do bis errandy Yet, to compose this midnight noise,
Ile founel his inan, produc'd his warrant : Go freely search where-e'er you please,
Cupid ! your darts--this very hour(The rage, that rajs’d, adora'd her voice)
There's no contending against power!" Upon yon tilit lie my keys
How sullen Jupiter, just now, Her keys b- takes; her doors unlocks ;
I think I said, and you'll allow Through wardrobe and through closet bounces; That Cupid was as bad as he: Peeps into every chest and box;
Hear but the youngster's repartee. Turns all her furbeloes and founces.
Come, kinsman,” said the little god, But dove, depend on't, finds he none;
Put url your wings, lay by your rod ; So to the bed returns again :
Retire with me to yonder bower, And now the maiden, bolder grown,
And rest yourself for half an hour: Bigins to treat him with disdain.
'Tis far indced from hence to Heaven;
But you fiy fast: and 'tis but seven. " I marvel much,” she smiling said,
We'll take one cooling cup of nectar; “ Your poultry cannot yet be found
And drink to this celestial Hector. Lies he in yonder slipper dead?
He break my darts! or hurt my power Or, may be, in the tea-pot drown'l?»
He, Leda's swan and Danaë's shower! “ No, traitor,” angry Love réplies,
Go, bid him his wise tongue restrain, “ He's hid somewhere about your breast; And mind his thunder, and his rain. A place nor god nor man denies,
My darts! O certainly I'll give 'em : For Venus's Dove the proper nest.”
Fromn Cloe's eyes he shall receive 'eru.
ON BEAUTY.. THE QUESTION. LISETTA'S REPLY. There's one, the best in all my quiver,
Here listening Cloe smild, and said: Twang! through his very heart and liver;
" Your riddle is not hard to read: He then shall pine, and sigh, and rave:
I guess it."-"Fair one, if you do, Good Lord! what bustle shall we have!
Need I, alas! the theme pursue? Neptune must straight be sent to sea,
For this, thou seest, for this I leave And Flora summon'd twice a day:
Whate'er the world thinks wise or grave, One must find shells, and t' other flowers,
Ambition, business, friendship, news, For cooling grots, and fragrant bowers,
My useful books, and serious Muse. That Cloe may be serv'd in state,
For this, I willingly decline The Hours must at her toilet wait:
The mirth of feasts, and joys of wine; W blist all the reasoning fools below
And choose to sit and talk with thee Wonder their watches go too slow.
(As thy great orders may decree) Lybs musi fly south, and Eurus east,
Of cocks and bulls, and flutes and fiddles,
Of idle tales and foolish riddles.”
Want nymph should I admire or trust,
But Cloe beauteous, Cloe just? And thou, poor consin, must compose
What nymph hould I desire to see, His letters in submissive prose;
But ber who leaves the plain for me? Whilst haughty Cloe, to sustain
To whom should I compose the lay, The honour of my mystic reign,
But her who listens when I play? Shall all his gifts and vous disilain,
To whom in song repeat my cares, And laugh at your old bully's pain."
But her who in iny sorrow shares?
And boa-ts she wears it for my sake.
Lisetta, prythee tell the rest.
The violet sweet and lily fair,
To deck my charıning Cloe's hair.
l'pon her brow the various wreath;
The scent less fragrant than her breath.
And every nymph and shepherd said,
Than glowing in their native bed.
Undrest at evening, when she found
When in my glass I chanc'd to look ; Their odours lost, their colours past;
Of Venus what did I implore? She chang'd her look, and on the ground
That every grace, which thence I took, Her garland and her eye she cast.
Should know to charm my Damon more. That eye dropt sense distinct and clear,
Reading thy verse; “ Who heeds," said I, As any Muse's tongue could speak,
“ If here or there his glances fiew? When from its lid a pearly tcar
O, free for ever be his eye, Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek.
Whose heart to me is always true !"
My bloom indeed, my little flower Dissembling what I knew too well, “ My love, my life," said I, explain
Of Beauty quickly lost its pride:
For, sever'd from its native bower, This change of humour: pr'ythee tell :
It on thy glowing bosom dy'd. That falling tear-what does it mean?"
Yet card I not what might presage She sigh'd; she smil'd: and, to the flowers
Or withering wreath, or fleeting youth; Pointing, the lovely moralist said :
Love I esteem'd more strong than Age, “ See, friend, in some few fleeting hours,
And Time less permanent than Truthe See yonder, what a change is made !
Why then I weep, forbear to know : “ Ah, me! the blooming pride of May,
Fall uncontrollid, my tears, and free; And that of Beauty, are but onc:
O Damon! tis the only woe, At mom both flourish bright and gay ;
I ever yet conceal'd from thee. Both fade at evening, pale, and gone.
The secret wound with which I bleed At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung;
Shall lie wrapt up, ev'n in my hearse; The amorous youth around her bow'd :
But on my tonb-stone thou shalt read At night her fatal knell was rung;
My answer to thy dubious verse. I saw, and kiss'd her in her shroud. “ Such as she is, who died today;
Such I, alas! may be tomorrow : Go, Damon, bid thy Muse display
ANSWER TO CHLOE JEALOUS, The justice of thy Cloe's sorrow.
IN THE SAME STYLE; THE AUTHOR SICE. Yes, fairest proof of Beauty's power,
Dear idol of my panting heart,
Nature points this my fatal hour:
While now I take my last adieu,
Heave thou no sigh, nor shed a tear;
Lest yet my half-clos'd eye may view
On earth an object worth its care. Since I am not what I was,
From Jealousy's torinenting strife What from this day I shall be,
For ever be thy bosom freed : Venus, let me never set.
That nothing may disturb thy life,
Content I hasten to the dead.
Shall with his amorous parley move thee;
Reflect one moment on his truth
Who, dying thus, persists to love thee.
A BETTER ANSWER.
Dear Cloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face! Emblems, to teach a female wit
Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: The ways, where changing Capid Aics ?
Pr’ythce quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff says) Your riddle purpos'd to rehearse
Let us ev'n talk a little like folks of this world. The general power that beauty has :
How canst thou presume, thou hast leave to destroy But why did not peculiar verse
The beauties, which Venus but lent to thy keepDescribe one charm of Cloe's face ?
ing? The glass, which was at Venus' shrine,
Those looks were design'd to inspire love and joy: With sneh niysterious sorrow laid:
More ordinary eyes may serve people for weepe The garland (and you call it mine)
ing. Which show'd how youth and beauty fade : To be vext at a trifle or two that I writ, Ten thousand trifles light as these
Your judgment at once, and my passion, you Nor can my raze, nor anger, inove :
wrong: She should be bumble, who would please ;
You take that for fact,which will scarce be found wit: And she must sufler, who can love.
Od’s-life! must one swear to the truth of a song! PALLAS AND VENUS.. A YOUNG GENTLEMAN IN LOVE. 133 What I speak, my fair Cloe, and what I write, | To sum up all the rage of Pate shows
In the two things I dread and hate,
While with delight the lovely maid
Receiv'd the vows she thus repaid : 'The god of us verse-men, (you know,child) the Sun, How after his journeys he sets up his rest :
Hope of my age, joy of my youth,
Blest miracle of love and truth; If at morning o'er earth 'tis his fancy to run;
All that could e'er be counted mine, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast.
My love and life, long since are thine; So when I am weary'd with wandering all day, A real joy I never knew,
To thee my delight in the evening I come : Till I believ'd thy passion true :
A real grief I ne'er can find,
Contempt, and poverty, and care,
All we abhor, and all we fear, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree :
Blest with thy presence, I can bear. For thou art a girl as much brighter than her,
Through waters and through flames I'll go,
Suflerer and solace of thy woe :
And make my constant passion known
By more than woman yet has done.
“ Had I a wish that did not bear
The stamp and image of my dear,
To be the Persian monarch's bride,
Partner of all his power and pride ; If to the field I came in armour drest;
Or rule in regal state above, Dreadful, like tbine, my shield, and terrible my | Mother of gods, and wife of Jove." crest!”
( happy these of human race! The warrior goddess, with disdain, reply'd : But soon, alas! our pleasures pass. “ Thy folly, child, is equal to thy gods:
He thank'd her on his bended knee; Let a brave enemy for once advise,
Then drank a quart of milk and tea; And Venus (if 'tis possible) be wise.
And leaving her ador'd embrace,
While she, his absence to bemoan,
Where all this time he had been hid.
TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN IN LOVE.
While men have these ambitious fancies;
“ From public noise and factious strife,
“ 'To painted roof and shining spires
AN ENGLISH PADLOCK.
Tor, give that whipster but his errand,
Be to her virtues very kind; He takes my lord chief justice' warrant:
Be to her faults a little blind; Dauntless as Death, away he walks;
Let all her ways be unconfin'd; Breaks the doors open, snaps the locks;
And clap your padlock-on her mind." Searches the parlour, chamber, study; Nor stops till he has culprit's body.
“ Since this has been authentic truth,
Hans Carver., impotent and oid,
Married a lass of London mold: The spy, which does this treasure keep,
Handsomne? enough; extremely gay: Does she ne'er say her prayers, nor sleep!
Lov'd music, company, and play: Does she to no excess incline?
High flights she had, and it at will; Does she fly music, mirth, and wine?
And so her tongue lay seldom still : Or bave not gold and flattery power
For, in all visits, who but she, To purchase one unguarded hour?”
To argue, or to repartée ? “ Your care does further yet extend:
She made it plain, that human passion That spy is guarded by your friend."
Was order'd by predestination; “ But has this friend nor eye nor heart?
That, if weak women went astray, May he not feel the cruel dart,
Their stars were more in fault than they Which, soon or late, all mortals feel?
Whole tragedies she had by heart; May he not, with too tender zeal,
Enter'd into Roxana's part: Give the fair prisoner cause to see,
To triumph in her rival's blood, How much he wishes she were free?
The action certainly was good. May he not craftily infer
“ How like a vine young Ammon cur!'d! The rules of friendship too severe,
Oh that dear congueror of the world !" Which chain him to a hated trust;
She pitied Betterron in age, Which make him wretched, to be just?
That ridicul'd the god-like rage. And may not she, this darling she,
She, first of all the town, was told, Youthful and healthy, Acsh and blood,
Where newest India things were sold: Easy with him, ill usd by thee,
So in a morning, without bodice, Allow this logic to be good ?”
Slipt sometimes out to Mrs. Thody's; “Sir, will your questions never end?
To cheapen tea, to buy a screen: I trust to neither spy nor friend.
What else could so much virtue mean? In short, I kcep her from the sight
Por, to prevent the least reproach, Of every human face."--" She'll write."
Betty went with her in the coach. “ From pen and paper she's debarr'd."
But, when no very great affair “ Has she a bodkin and a card ?
Excited her peculiar care, She'll prick her mind."" She will, you say:
She, without fail, was wak'd at ten; But how shall she that mind convey ?
Drank chocolate, then slept again : I keep her in one rooin: I lock it:
At twelve she rose; with much ado The key (look here) is in this pocket."
Her clothes were huddled on by two; “ The key - hole, is that left ?" '--" Most cer- Then, “ Does my lady dine at home?" tain."
"Yes, sure !"-" But is the colonel come !! " She'll thrust her letter through, sir Martin." Next, how to spend the afternoon,
“ Dear, angry friend, what must be done? And not come home again too soon; Is there no way?"-" There is but one.
The change, the city, or the play, Send her abroad : and let her see,
As each was proper for the day: That all this mingled mass, which she,
A turn, in summer, to Hyde-park, Being forbidden, longs to know,
When it grew tolerably dark. Is a dull farce, an empty show,
Wife's pleasure causes husband's pain: Powder, and pocket-glass, and beau ;
Strange fancies come in Hans's brain: A staple of romance and lies,
He thought of what he did not name; False tears and real perjuries :
And would reforın, but durst not blame. Where sighs and looks are bought and sold,
At first he therefore preach'd his wife And love is made but to be told:
The comforts of a pious life : Where the fat bawd and lavish heir
Told her, how transient beauty was; The spoils of ruin'd beauty share;
That all must die, and flesh was grass : And youth, seduc'd from friends and fame,
He bought her sermons, psalms and graces, Must give up age to want and shame.
And doubled down the useful places. Let her behold the frantic scene,
But still the weight of worldly care The women wretched, false the men :
Allow'd her little time for prayer: And when, these certain ills to shun,
And Cleopatra was read o'er; She would to thy embraces run;
While Scot, and Wake, and twenty more, Receive her with extended arins,
That teach one to deny one's-self, Scem more delighted with her charms;
Stood unmolested on the shelf. Wait on her to the Park and play;
An untouch'd Bible grac'd her toilet: Put on good-bumour; make her gay;
No fear that thumb of hers should spoil it