What you deny, fhe gave unfought.
And, if to my embrace were brought
She, for whom Greece, and Ilion fought,
Ev'n her for you would I disdain,

Yours, Jenny, yours!

Then meet my paffion, as you ought;
Nor aim, in vain coquetry taught,
By coy, caprice to fix your reign,
If I whole months muft fue, to gain
What can in every street be bought;

Yours, Jenny, yours

SONNET,

ON THE AUTHOR'S BIRTH-DAY,

BY THE SAME.

Now from the orient o'er the laughing earth
The fun obliquely darts his ruddy ray,
And in unclouded glory leads the day,
That first aufpicious dawn'd upon my birth:

Yet not with fongs of joy, and festive mirth:
Can I this rifing day falute, as they,.
Who, when they turn their actions to survey,
With every added year fee added worth.

Me,

Me, as my noon of manhood haftens on,
Fierce and more fierce, the heats of paffion burn
In vain with many a fleeting cloud o'ercaft;
For foon the tranfitory gloom is gone,

And foon forth-breaking bright, thofe heats return,
Till the cool eve of weftering age to laft.

SONNET.

TO MRS. H. ON THE BIRTH OF A SON,

BY THE SAME.

IERCE are the pangs, that rend the tortur'd frame, When from the lab'ring womb, th' encreafing

throes

To life at length the struggling birth disclose :
To woman fuch the doom eternal came.

But who the counfels of th' all-wife fhall blame? From pleasure pain, from pain too pleasure flows. And now the joy, which in thy bofom glows, Fix'd on that infant-form, thy eyes proclaim.

may
that joy the test of years abide ;
May never Siren vices flattering ftrain,

Turn him from Virtuc's fteady courfe afide!

May

May he with pious hand thy age sustain,
Like * her, who now in beauty's opening pride
With ready duty chears this hour of pain.

SONNET.

WRITTEN AT

IN HAMPSHIRE.

BY THE SAME.

As Nature fondly view'd with confcious pride
This airy brow, with waving forefts crown'd,
Th' expanfe of varied green, and hills, that
bound

The rich domain, "Mine be the praife," fhe cried.

Not thine alone, my fifter," Art replied:

"I cloath'd in livelier green the various ground; "And here with circling woods this brow embrown'd,

There spotted with thin fhade yon mountain's fide."

"Yes;" Nature faid; "with thee that praise I fhare ; "View then this beauty where alone I reign; "Where Art has added, and can add no grace."

* A daughter of Mrs. H. fince married to an Officer, now in the East Indies.

Her

Her haughty rival with the insulting air
Of mockery turn'd; but, when upon the plain
She faw* Selina, blushing, veil'd her face.

SONNE T.

WRITTEN AT THE SAME PLACE ON THE BIRTH

OF TWINS.

BY THE SAME.

O SPRUNG of virtuous, and of gentle race! Sweet buds of infancy, whofe fecret roots Together spread their inter-mingled shoots, Though now ye branch diffever'd from th' em brace!

As now the bloom unfolding on the face
With fond prefage my friendly mufe falutes,
So may your minds too blossom; may the fruits
Of wife and good your riper feafon grace!

O brothers, whom, as yet unborn ye lay,
Nature united! may no treacherous wiles
Of foes divide you, no domestic strife.

*Wife of the Gentlemen, whofe feat is the fubject of the fonnet.

Strive

Strive only, which fhall beft with love repay
Her love, who fondly gazing on your smiles;
Forgets in joy the pangs, that gave you life.

SONNE T.

TO THE R. FAMILY OF BRISTOL.

BY THE SAME.

PEACE to this roof! Nor can the wish be vain, Where choice approves, whom nature bade be

dear;

Where Filial Duty builds on love her fear,
And Pow'r Paternal on the will his reign.

Peace to the bosoms of this virgin train !

When Love from Mary's lute laments, no tear
Tell ever, that ye know thofe pangs fevere;
No figh breathe difcord on your mingled strain.

Live happy you. I (fuch tho' imperious law
Of strong neceffity) for that repose,

Which here my pray'rs divide, in vain must pine:

For in th' unfocial cloyster doom'd to draw
My lingering days, while yet this bofom glows
With youthful ardour, how can peace be mine?

SONNET.