A baptifm this,-effential you will find,
Or Christ by figure only fav'd mankind :
This, then, alone, my fuppliant spirit craves,
Since but one Lord, one Faith, one Baptifm faves.
Verfes copied from the Window of an obscure Lodging-Houfe in London.
TRANGER, whate'er thou art, whose restless mind,
Like me within thefe walls is cribb'd, confin'd,
Learn, how each want, that heaves our mutual figh,
A woman's foft folicitudes fupply!
From her white breast retreat all rude alarms,
Or fly the circle of her magic arms;
While fouls exchang'd alternate grace acquire,
And paffions catch from paffions glorious fire.
'What tho' to deck this roof no arts combine,
Such forms as rival ev'ry fair but mine;
No nodding plumes, our humble couch above,
Proclaim each triumph of unbounded love;
No filver lamp, with fculptur'd Cupids gay,
O'er yielding Beauty pours its midnight ray:
Yet Fanny's charms could Time's flow flight beguile,
Soothe every care, and make this dungeon fmile;
In her what Kings, what faints have with'd,is given;
Her heart is Empire, and her love is Heaven!