The SPORTSMAN: A SONNET.

ARK! the loud-tuning horn bids the sportsman pre

HAR

pare,

And the hounds wooe him forth to the lawn;

The huntfman proclaims that the morning is fair,
And Aurora with red ftreaks the dawn.

With pleasure he hearkens the heart-foothing chear,
Shakes Morpheus and flumber away;

While joyful he starts, and with speed doth appear
The foremost to welcome the day.

With the horn's jolly clangour he quickens the chace, And fills all the vale with his joys;

While his pleasure, full glowing, enlivens his face,
And the hounds in full concert rejoice.

From the sportsman, ye drones, you may learn how to live,

Exempted from pain or difeafe;

He'll fhew, that the fields and the meadows will give

That health which you barter for ease.

Genuina Gloucesterienfis Ducis & dilecta admodum Conjugis piura.

SI pietati unquam pietas fociata, fuitque

Cafta pudicitiæ nupta pudicities;

Si virtus perrara pari virtute coivit,

Ac juncta eft bonitas cum bonitate fimul;
Si candore poteft geminari candor amœnus,
Et valet integritas integritate frui;
Si gravitas blandos non fpernit fumere vultus,
Formaque divinæ præmia mentis amat;
Si Venus & Pallas nodo nectuntur eodem,
Et recubant uno Phoebus Amorque toro.
Afpice regales fociatos numine fponfos,
Exemplum dictæ nobile pacis habes.

WM. ROYOU,

Formerly Teacher at Alton.

Rhymes,

Rhymes, with a prefent of Ribbands, to ----, of Cornwall.

And when, in gown all fnowy white,

On Sundays you are feen,

With dimpled fmile and blooming cheek,
And gay as any queen,

This ribband, flower'd in filken loom,

Your head-drefs fhall adorn;

But while you prize its lovely bloom,
Your bofom let it warn!

Sweet maid! who, far from courtly haunts,

In humble drefs can'ft fhine;

Gay health and confcious innocence,

And spotlefs fame, are thine.

With thefe content nor wish to foar
Beyond thy little sphere,

Where jewels hide a forrowing heart,
And sparkling eyes a tear.

And when you meet a faithful youth
Who lives alone for you,
Accept his vows of conftant love,

And be for ever true.

And when in holy bands you join,
On him each smile bestow;
Nor think a wife fhould e'er forget
The charms that made her fo.

Thus days of eafe and nights of joy
Your latest hours fhall blefs,

And death a tranfient paffage prove,
To endless happiness !

Then liften to your faithful friend,
These prudent leffons learn;

And while this ribband binds your brows,
Your bofom let it warn.

Portsmouth, Sept. 16.

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The ROSE

and

LILLY.

WHENCE comes it-that in Clara's face

WH

The Lilly only has a place ?

Whence comes it? Why, because the Rofe,
Is gone to paint her husband's nose.

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