'Now on fome happier nymph your aid beftow;

• On fairer heads, ye useless jewels, glow ;

No borrow'd luftre can my charms restore ;

Beauty is fled, and drefs is now no more. 'Ye meaner beauties, I permit ye

fhine;

Go, triumph in the hearts that once were mine; 'But, 'midft your triumphs with confufion know, ''Tis to my ruin all your arms yë owe.

'Would pitying heav'n reftóre my wonted mien,
'Ye ftill might move unthought of and unseen :
'But oh, how vain, how wretched is the boast
'Of beauty faded, and of empire loft!
'What now is left but weeping, to deplore
'My beauty fled, and empire now no more ?
'Ye cruel chymifts, what withheld your aid!
"Could no pomatums fave a trembling maid ?

How false and trifling is that art ye boast ! 'No art can give me back my beauty loft.

In tears, furrounded by my friends I lay, 'Mask'd o'er, and trembled at the fight of day; 'MIRMILLIO came my fortune to deplore, (A golden-headed cane well carv'd he bore) Cordials, he cry'd, my spirits must restore ! Beauty is fled, and spirit is no more!

GALEN, the grave: officious SQUIRT was there, With fruitless grief and unavailing care:

'MACHAON too, the great MACHAON, known

'By his red cloak and his fuperior frown ;

And why, he cry'd, this grief and this despair, 'You shall again be well, again be fair ; 'Believe my oath; (with that an oath he swore) False was his oath; my beauty is no more!

Ceafe, hapless maid, no more thy tale purfue, 'Forfake mankind, and bid the world adieu"! "Monarchs and beauties rule with equal fway; • All ftrive to ferve, and glory to obey : • Alike unpitied when depos'd they grow→→→ 'Men mock the idol of their former vow.

Adieu! ye parks !-in fome obfcure recefs,
• Where gentle streams will weep at my distress,
• Where no false friend will in my grief take part,
'And mourn my ruin with a joyful heart;

< There let me live in fome deserted place,
• There hide in fhades this loft inglorious face.

Plays, operas, circles, I no more muft view!
My toilette, patches, all the world adieu !"

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The LOVER: A BALLAD.

To Mr. C.

By the Same.

I.

T length, by fo much importunity prefs'd,

Take, C, at once the infide of my breast.

This ftupid indiff'rence fo often you blame,

Is not owing to nature, to fear, or to fhame.

I am not as cold as a virgin in lead,

Nor is Sunday's fermon fo ftrong in my head:

I know but too well how time flies along,

That we live but few years, and yet fewer are young.

II.

But I hate to be cheated, and never will buy
Long years of repentance for moments of joy.
Oh! was there a man (but where fhall I find
Good fenfe and good-nature fo equally join'd ?)
Would value his pleasure, contribute to mine;
Not meanly would boaft, nor lewdly defign,
Not over fevere, yet not ftupidly vain,

For I would have the power, though not give the pain.

III. No

III.

No pedant, yet learned; nor rake-helly gay,
Or laughing because he has nothing to fay;
To all my whole fex, obliging and free,
Yet never be fond of any but me;

In public preserve the decorum that's juft,
And shew in his eyes he is true to his truft;
Then rarely approach, and refpectfully bow,
But not fulfomely pert, nor fopishly low.

IV.

But when the long hours of public are past,
And we meet with champagne and a chicken at last,
May every fond pleasure that moment endear;
Be banish'd afar both difcretion and fear!
Forgetting or fcorning the airs of the crowd,
He may ceafe to be formal, and I to be proud,
'Till loft in the joy, we confess that we live,
And he may be rude, and yet I may forgive.

V.

And that my delight may be folidly fix'd,
Letthe friend and the lover be handfomely mix'd,
In whofe tender bofom my foul may confide,

Whofe kindness can footh me, whofe counsel can guide.
From fuch a dear lover, as here I describe,

No danger should fright me, no millions should bribe;
But 'till this aftonishing creature I know,

As I long have liv'd chaste, I will keep myself fo.

VI. I never

VI.

I never will share with the wanton coquet,
Or be caught by a vain affectation of wit.
The toasters and fongfters may try all their art,
But never fhall enter the pass of my heart.
I loath the lewd rake, the drefs'd fopling defpife :
Before fuch purfuers the nice virgin flies :
And as OVID has sweetly in parables told,
We harden like trees, and like rivers grow cold.

HILST thirft of praife, and vain defire of fame,

W in every age, is every woman's aim;

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With courtship pleas'd, of filly toasters proud,
Fond of a train, and happy in a crowd;

On each poor fool beftowing fome kind glance,
Each conqueft owing to fome loose advance;
While vain coquets affect to be pursu'd,

And think they're virtuous, if not grofsly lewd:
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide;
In part she is to blame that has been try❜d-
He comes too near that comes to be deny'd.

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