Disturbs my dreams, and breaks my rest! He said, but open, open, pray; And warmed his little hands in mine. 7 20 30 TO A POET OF QUALITY. PRAISING THE LADY HINCHINBROKE. 1 Or thy judicious muse's sense, Young Hinchinbroke so very proud is, That Sacharissa and Hortense She looks, henceforth, upon as dowdies. 2 Yet she to one must still submit, To dear mamma must pay her duty, She wonders, praising Wilmot's wit, Thon shouldst forget his daughter's heauty. THE PEDANT. LYSANDER talks extremely well; On any subject let him dwell, His tropes and figures will content ye: He should possess to all degrees The art of talk; he practises Full fourteen hours in four-and-twentv. CAUTIOUS ALICE. So good a wife doth Lissy make, THE INCURABLE. PHILLIS, you boast of perfect health in vain, 10 TO FORTUNE. WHILST I in prison or in court look down, And, wouldst thou have me humbled, make me great. NONPAREIL. 1 Let others from the town retire, 2 In her alone I find whate'er Beauties a country landscape grace: 3 Lilics and roses there combine, More beauteous than in flowery field; Transparent is her skin so fine, To this each crystal stream must yield. 4 Her voice more sweet than warbling sound, 5 Both light and vital heat they give: Cherished by them, my love takes root; From her kind looks does life receive, Grows a fair plant, bears flowers and fruit. 6 Such fruit, I ween, did once deceive 7 Yet so delicious is its taste, I cannot from the bait abstain, But to the enchanting pleasure haste, Though I were sure 'twould end in pain. CHASTE FLORIMEL. 1 No-I'll endure ten thousand deaths, 2 Oh! take your sword, and pierce my heart, 3 Thus to the pressing Corydon, Poor Florimel, unhappy maid! Fearing by love to be undone, In broken dying accents said. 4 Delia, who held the conscious door, Inspired by truth and brandy, smiled, Our Lucrece had her second child. 5 And, hark ye! madam, cried the bawd, None of your flights, your high rope dodging; Be civil here, or march abroad; Oblige the squire, or quit the lodging. 6 Oh! have I-Florimel went on- 7 Oh! curse on empty friendship's name! 8 From Delia's rage, and fortune's frown, Dear sir, and make me yours for ever. DOCTORS DIFFER. WHEN Willis' of Ephraim heard Rochester2 preach, Thus Bentley said to him, I pr'ythee, dear brother, 1 Bp. of Gloucester.- Bp. Atterbury. |