On a Bank as I fat Fishing. A Defcription of the SPRING. A By the fame Hand. ND Now all Nature feem'd in Love, The lufty Sap began to move, New Juice did ftir th' embracing Vines, There stood my Friend, with patient Skill, Attending of his trembling Quill. Already were the Eves poffeft With the fwift Pilgrim's daubed Neft: The Groves already did rejoyce In Philomel's triumphing Voice. The Show'rs were fhort, the Weather mild, The Morning fresh, the Ey'ning fmil'd. JONE JONE takes her neat-rub'd Pail, and now The Fields and Gardens were befet то TO SLEEP. OME gentle SLEEP, and as I lye, I think upon the charming Maid; As Tyrant-Love denies by Day. Come fweet Seducers, whe restore Sad Exiles to their Native Shore; To his proud Hopes the Courtier raife, Oh! come, and lavish all your Art, To paint the Miftrefs of my Heart; T But But make the lovely Phantom kind, And blefs, while you deceive my Mind. Like Egypt's Queen, her Charms difplay, And let me give the World away; Or JUNO like, let her be feen, (If JUNO's be fo bright a Mein) TRAN TRANSLATION O F HORACE's Second Epode. OW Rich is he, who free from Care, No Mortgage, no Incumbrance knows? He fhuns the Sea, the Camp, and Arms, |