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V.

Obferve, the radiant prince of day!
To his though kind, as conftant ray,
Scarce notice we afford :

But in those gloomy regions, where,
Seldom his glad❜ning beams appear;
He's courted; he's ador'd.

VI.

Man, born for labour, proud and vain,
Still prizes moft, what's hard to gain,
And ev'ry thing that's rare.

This conqu'ror then, at distance hold;
He warmer glows, as you feem cold,
But fcorns the willing fair.

ΟΝ ΤΗ Ε SAME,

ON MR. POPE'S DRAWING HER PICTURE.

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I.

HEN first th' all-conqu'ring God of Love,
The peerless GUNNING fpy'd,

He vow'd that to the realms above

Her form should be supply'd.

II.

Straight POPE in tints an artist fam'd,
To win the prize effay'd,

Till in despair at length he claim'd,
Of ev'ry Pow'r their aid.

III. When

III.

When Beauty's queen, the work to crown,
Came from her roseate bow'rs;

And with her brought the painted down,

That breathes on vernal flow'rs.

IV.

Affifted thus, he foon refin'd,

(Which else had ne'er been done) Thofe charms the goddess had defign'd, The femblance of her own.

THE DESPAIRING LOVER.

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Tune-"As Granville's foft Numbers."

I.

HCHLOE! fweet tyrant! how long fhall I be,
A slave to thy charms, still unpitied by thee?
Since a paffion fo faithful, no favour can gain;
Yet to flatter thy pride, muft I ftill hug thy chain?
Of all thy admirers, confider how few,

Like STREPHON have lov'd, and like STREPHON

been true?

II.

When I fall at thy feet, and thy pity implore,
My conftancy urge, and how much I adore;
Thy looks fpeak my doom with fo gentle an air,
That I blefs the dear eyes, by which I despair,
Thou fay'st thou canst pity, but canft not approve,
"To barter thine heart, but with him thou canst

"love.".

III. To

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III.

To others thou'rt eafy, familiar and gay; But scarce afford'st me ev'n a word in a day; And when thou vouchsaf 'st it, alas! thou'rt so true, Thy heart in thine eyes appears full to my view: Ah! tell me, I pray thee, how canft thou thus be, So cruel to him, who fo dotes upon thee? IV.

Despairing of love, I have us'd ev'ry art,
This fond, fatal paffion to tear from my heart;
But vainly, alas! 'tis fo rivetted there,

That I cannot the thought of its liberty bear :
Of all I've addrefs'd, in none cou'd I fee,
Ev'n half the perfections, that blaze forth in thee.

ས.

When to Heav'n I refort for ease of my cares; Thy image intrudes, and engroffes my pray'rs; So oft in the groves, I thy beauties proclaim, That Echo grows tir'd, with repeating thy name. Dear maid, then be kind, or ftraight doom me to death!

Yet, ftill I shall bless thee with my parting breath.

THE HAUGHTY LOVER.

W

I.

WHY throbs my heart thus, and why flutters

it fo,

[know; When fair DAPHNE appears? O Love! let me

Other

Other beauties I can with indifference view:Love quickly return'd, "Why the fault's not in

you.

II,

"Twas fix'd at her birth, by my mother and me, "That the of her fex should the paragon be; “So, vainest of youths, thou'ft no cause to complain, "Who but shareft the fate, with each other fond "fwain."

III.

Then, fince DAPHNE's reign is unrival'd decreed, Inftru&t my fond heart, in the way to fucceed! 0! I pant for the prize!The God then replied, “Sue with sense, love and truth, and thou'lt not be "denied."

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EX TEMPORE,

Ο Ν HEARING A

CERTAIN CELEBRATED BEAUTY BLAMED BY SOME

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OF HER OWN SEX FOR HER SPRIGHTLINESS,

I.

ATT Y-persist in conquʼring still;
Let peevish prudes fay what they will,
And call thee proud Coquette.

envy

of thofe matchlefs charms,

That face, which every heart alarms;
That lively turn of wit.

II. Tell

II.

Tell them with equal sense and truth,
That beauty join'd to wit and youth,
Will gay and sprightly be;

That mirth from innocence still flows;
A joy that virtue only knows;
A joy that dwells with thee.

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Ο Ν THE

SPEECHES MADE IN THE SEVERAL CITY-HALLS BY SOME LICENTIOUS ORATORS,

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WAT TYLER, LITTSTAR, and JACK STRAW,
With JOHNNY BALL, and JOHNNY RAW,
But WAT their chief they chose.

II.

Two begging priests, and one ale vender,
A tyler, with a law pretender,

Were chiefs of this fell crew'

They speech'd in city halls aloud,

And fir'd with words th' admiring crowd,
And ills they never knew.

* That their names, as also their occupations, from which fome of them took their names, were as above, see RAPIN'S and other Hiftories of ENGLAND.

III. That

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