A SPASIA rolls her sparkling eyes, And every bofom feels her power; The Indians thus view Phœbus rife, And gaze in rapture, and adore. Quick to the foul the piercing fplendors dart, ASPASIA fpeaks; the liftening crowd And felf-admiring folly hears. Her wit fecures the conquefts of her face; ASPASIA moves; her well-turn'd limbs 'Twas of love, "Twas thus ENEAS knew the queen Majestic moving thro', the golden grove. But ah! how cruel is my lot, To doat on one so heavenly fair; For in my humble state forgot, Each charm but adds to my defpair. The tuneful fwan thus faintly warbling lies, Looks on his mate, and while he fings, he dies. THE END. ASPASIA rolls her sparkling eyes, And every bofom feels her power; The Indians thus view Phobus rife, ASPASIA fpeaks; the liftening crowd And felf-admiring folly hears. Her wit fecures the conquefts of her face; ASPASIA moves; her well-turn'd limbs 'Twas To SLEEP. COME gentle God of foft repose, Come footh this tortur'd breast; Shed kind oblivion o'er my woes, Come gentle God, without thy aid Let hope in fome propitious dream O quickly fend thy kind relief, And SPASIA rolls her sparkling eyes, The Indians thus view Phobus rise, ASPASIA fpeaks; the listening crowd And felf-admiring folly hears. Her wit fecures the conquefts of her face; ASPASIA moves; her well-turn'd limbs 'Twas |