By TOM BROWN. To1 charming Calia's arms I flew, And there all night I feasted; No god such transport ever knew, Or mortal ever tasted. Lost in the sweet tumultuous joy, "The whole creation's wealth survey, And fighting monarchs squander; 1 An imitation of the following epigram of Martial (xii. 65): "Formosa Phillis nocte cum mihi tota Q "The richest spoils of earth and air, The rifled ocean's treasure: 'Tis all too poor a bribe by far To purchase so much pleasure.” She blushing cried, "My life, my dear, A rundlet of right Nantzy." By WILLIAM WALSH. UPON A FAVOUR OFFERED. ÆLIA, too late you would repent: CE The off'ring all your store Is now but like a pardon sent To one that's dead before. While at the first you cruel proved, To give me one I hate. I thought you innocent as fair When first my court I made; But when your falsehoods plain appear My love no longer stayed. Your bounty of those favours shown, Whose worth you first deface, Is melting valued metals down Oh since the thing we beg 's a toy By WILLIAM WALSH. THE DESPAIRING LOVER. D ISTRACTED with care For Phillis the fair, Since nothing could move her, Resolves in despair No longer to languish Nor bear so much anguish ; But, mad with his love, To a precipice goes, Where a leap from above Would soon finish his woes. When in rage he came there, Beholding how steep The sides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And sadly reflecting That a lover forsaken A new love may get, But a neck when once broken Isn't easily set; And that he could die But that he could live But as long as he could: The torment might grow, He scorned to endeavour To finish it so ; And bold, unconcerned At thoughts of the pain, He calmly returned To his cottage again. By BISHOP ATTERBURY. WRITTEN ON A WHITE FAN BORROWED FROM MISS OSBORNE, AFTERWARDS HIS WIFE. LAVIA the least and slightest toy FLA Can with resistless art employ: Directs its wanton motions so That it wounds more than Cupid's bow; |