That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Efpy'd a feather of his own,

Wherewith he wont to foar so high.
Had ECHO, with fo fweet a grace,
NARCISSUS' loud complaints return'd,
Not for reflection of his face,

But of his voice, the boy had burn'd.

Of Mrs. ARDEN.

BEHOLD, and liften, while the Fair

Breaks in sweet sounds the willing air :
And, with her own breath, fans the fire
Which her bright eyes do first inspire.
What reafon can that love controul,
Which more than one way courts the foul?
So, when a flash of light'ning falls
On our abodes, the danger calls
For human aid; which hopes the flame
To conquer, tho' from heav'n it came :
But, if the winds with that conspire,
Men ftrive not, but deplore the fire.

Of the Marriage of the DWARF S.
ESIGN, or chance, make others wive;

EVE might as well have ADAM fled,
As fhe deny'd her little bed

To him, for whom heav'n feem'd to frame,
And measure out, this only dame.

Thrice happy is that humble pair,
Beneath the level of all care!

Over whofe heads thofe arrows fly
Of fad diftruft, aud jealoufy:
Secured in as high extreme,

As if the world held none but them.
To him the fairest nymphs do fhow
Like moving mountains top'd with snow:
And ev'ry man a POLYPHEME

Does to his GALATEA feem:

None may prefume her faith to prove ;
He proffers death that proffers love.
Ah CHLORIS! that kind nature thus
From all the world had fever'd us:
Creating for our felves us two,
As love has me for only you!

LOVE's FARE WE L.

TR

READING the path to nobler ends,
A long farewel to love I
Refolv'd my country, and my friends,

gave:

All that remain'd of me fhould have.

And this refolve no mortal dame,

None but those eyes could have o'erthrown:

The nymph, I dare not, need not name,
So high, fo like herself alone.

Thus the tall oak, which now afpires

Above the fear of private fires;
Grown, and defign'd, for nobler use,
Not to make warm, but build the house

Tho' from our meaner flames fecure,
Muft that which falls from heav'n indure.

M

From a CHILD.

ADAM, as in fome climes the warmer fun Makes it full fummer, e'er the fpring's begun: And with ripe fruit the bending boughs can load, Before our violets dare look abroad:

So, measure not by any common use,
The early love your brighter eyes produce.
When lately your fair hand in woman's weed
Wrap'd in my glad head, I wish'd me fo indeed,
That hafty time might never make me grow
Out of thofe favours, you afford me now :
That I might ever such indulgence find;
And you not blufh, or think yourself too kind.
Who now, I fear, while I thefe joys exprefs,
Begin to think how you may make them less:
The found of love makes your foft heart afraid,
And guard itself, tho' but a child invade;
And innocently at your white breast throw
A dart as white, a ball of new-fall'n fnow.

TH

On a GIRDLE.

HAT which her flender waift confin'd,
Shall now my joyful temples bind :
give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.

No monarch but would

It was my heav'ns extremeft fphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair:

Give me but what this ribband bound,
Take all the reft the fun goes round.

To the MUTABLE FAIR.

H With all that grew fo near my heart:

The paffion that I had for thee,
The faith, the love, the conftancy!
And, that I may fuccefsful prove,
Transform myfelf to what you love.

Fool that I was! fo much to prize
Thofe fimple virtues you defpife:
Fool! that with fuch dull arrows ftrove,
Or hop'd to reach a flying dove,

For you, that are in motion still,

Decline our force, and mock our skill:
Who, like DON QUIXOTE, do advance
Against a wind-mill our vain lance.

Now will I wander thro' the air,
Mount, make a ftoop at ev'ry Fair ;
And, with a fancy unconfin'd,
(As lawless as the fea or wind)
Purfue you wherefoe'er you fly,

And with your various thoughts comply.
The formal ftars do travel so,

As we their names, and courfes, know
And he that on their changes looks,
Would think them govern'd by our books:
But never were the clouds reduc'd

To any art: the motion us'd

By thofe free vapors are fo light,

So frequent, that the conquer'd fight

Defpairs to find the rules that guide
Those gilded shadows as they slide.
And therefore of the spacious air
Jove's royal confort had the care :
And by that power did once escape,
Declining bold IXION's rape;

She, with her own resemblance, grac'd
A fhining cloud, which she embrac❜d.
Such was that image, fo it fmil'd
With feeming kindness, which beguil'd
Your THYRSIS lately, when he thought
He had his fleeting CELIA caught.
"Twas shap'd like her, but for the Fair,
He fill'd his arms with yielding air.

A fate! for which he grieves the less,
Because the Gods had like fuccefs.
For in their story, one, we see,
Pursues a nymph, and takes a tree :
A fecond, with a lover's hafte,
Soon overtakes whom he had chac'd ;
But she that did a Virgin feem,
Poffeft, appears a wand'ring stream :
For his fuppofed love, a third
Lays greedy hold upon a bird;
And ftands amaz'd, to find his dear
A wild inhabitant of th' air.

To these old tales fuch nymphs as you
Give credit, and still make them new;
The amorous now like wonders find,
In the fwift changes of your mind.

But, CELIA, if you apprehend
The Mufe of your incenfed friend;

Nor