And told a melting Tale; But all his Art Ne'er touch'd her Heart, Nor could his Skill prevail: Th' infulting Fair, With fcornful Air, Still mock'd the Love-fick Swain; And as he Sigh'd, She still reply'd, She'd Pleasure in his Pain. III. The Shepherd fcorns, No longer burns, Neglecting all her Charms The happy Swain Forgets his Pain In kinder Chloe's Arms: Calia repents, Her Heart relents, Her Charms begin to fade; Ill natur'd Time Destroys her Prime, She dreads to die a MAID. ΟΝ On a Large Family-Piece: Belonging to Sir F-----s B----, Baronet. HAT Pleasure strikes us, when the Pain- Steals thro' the Eyes, and feizes on the Where Senfe lies ravifh'd at the Pencil's Stroke, And Art the Pow'rs of Nature does invoke. } Here Here, on the Parent, fmiles a Manly Grace, While round, on ev'ry Side, her Children flow, The Father's Image; and that one alone Here are no Parts, for ev'ry Part's a WHOLE. 電電 SONG A SONG. Swain long tortur'd with Difdain, Who long had figh'd, but figh'd in vain, At length the Go D of Wine addreft, The Refuge of a wounded Breaft. Vouchsafe, O Pow'r, thy Healing Aid, Flush his wan Looks, and chear his Heart, Thus, to the Jolly GOD he cry'd, And thus the Jolly GoD reply'd; Leave whining off, be brisk and gay, And quaff thy fneaking Form away. With dauntless Mein approach the Fair, But But fmiling told her Sexes Mind, "When you grow daring, we grow kind ;' On his Grace the Duke of MARLBOROUGH. OT mighty Cafar did from Gallia come, N° Loaded with more and greater Lawrels home, When to the Capitol in Pomp he rode, To offer up his Spoils to Mars his God; To Cafar's Valour fall, and foon gave way; But when Thou fought'ft, the Art of War they knew, Lefs Honour, Cafar, Sir, deferves than you. 婆婆 THE |