I'll end thy image from my heart, My foul fhall take the jufter part, And love fhall yield to rage a W Jombi 120itiw i vor 1 A IRIX.you He wow manfi Å THANK you, ladies, for your cared But I pray you both forbear, Sure I am all over fcratches! That your curious hands muft place, Such odd fpots upon my face With your pencils, paint, and patches. How I totter in my gait, From a dress of so much weight, With my robe too dangling after; Could my COLIN now but fee What a thing they've made of me, AIR X. THE flowers which grace their native beds, Awhile put forth their blushing heads, But ere the close of parting day น They wither, fhrink, and die away. sod But thefe which mimic skill hath made, * Shall blush with less inconftant hue, Which art at pleasure can renew. WHEN late a fimple ruftic lafs, I rov'd without restraint, The charms I boaft, (alas! how few!) As Vice ne'er spoilt their native hue AIR XII. HOW ftrange the mode which truth neglects, And refts all beauty in defects! But we by homely nature taught, Though rude in fpeech are plain in thought. AIR XIII. FOR various purpose ferves the Fan, As thus - a decent blind, Between the sticks to peep at man, Each action has a meaning plain, A flirt expreffes ftrong difdain, Ddz All he fair diclofend mort 991) zdr All paffions will the fair disclose, And to advantage fweetly fhews q & fod wo The hand, if not the heart,uod gainej slidW oments of ano isq tuo [lswł bпA 'Tis Folly's fcepter first defign'd By Love's capricious boy, Who knows how lightly all mankind IF tyrant Love with cruel dart Till, left her helpless state to mourn, AIR XV. ALONG your verdant lowly vale Thus CAPRICIOUS LOVERS. vul 405 Thus free from Envy's poifon'd dart, And swell our paffions to a storm. T THO' my drefs, as my manners, is fimple and plain, My dealings are juft, and my confcience is clear, Tho' bent down with age and for fporting uncouth, Let the courtiers, thofe dealers in grin and grimace. Above all the titles that flow from a throne, ¿A That of honeft I prize, and that title's my own. AIR XVI FROM flow'r to flow'r the butterfly, O'er fields or gardens ranging, Sips fweets from each, and flutters by, divid And all his life is changing. Thus roving man new objects fway, By various charms delighted, While she who pleases moft to-day To-morrow fhall be flighted. AIR XVII. WHEN far from Fashion's gilded scene My thoughts were calm, my mind ferene, But now no more myself I find. Whilft hopes and fears disturb my mind, |