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Slander befide her, like a Mag-pie, chatters,
Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry Collier's hand,
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town,
Ne village is without, on either fide,
Vales, fpires, meandring streams, and Windfor's tow'ry pride.
Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.
AIR Charmer, ceafe, nor make your voice's prize
A heart refign'd the conqueft of your eyes:
On a FAN of the Author's defign, in which was painted the story of CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA VENI.
NOME, gentle Air! th' Æolian shepherd faid, panted in the
Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries,
At random wounds, nor knows the wound fhe
She views the story with attentive eyes,
AIN would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures fing,
And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where op'ning Rofes breathing sweets diffuse, And foft Carnations show'r their balmy dews; Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white, 5 The thin Undress of fuperficial Light, And vary'd Tulips show fo dazzling gay, Blushing in bright diversities of day. Each painted flowret in the lake below Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; 10 And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain Transformed, gazes on himself again. Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compofe,' And mount the Hill in venerable rows: There the green Infants in their beds are laid, 15 The Garden's Hope, and its expected fhade. Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants
And vernal honours to their autumn join ;