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Yea, when the passed by or lane or nook,

Would greet the man who turn'd him to the Wall,
And by his hand obfcene the porter took,

Nor ever did afkance like modest Virgin look. 45


Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town,
Woolwich and. Wapping, smelling strong of pitch;
Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown,
And Twick'nam fuch, which fairer scenes enrich,
Grots, ftatues, urns, and Jo-n's Dog and Bitch,
Ne village is without, on either fide,

All up the filver Thames, or all adown;,

Ne Richmond's felf, from whofe tall front are ey'd Vales, fpires, meandring ftrcams, and Windfor's tow'ry pride....

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Of a LADY finging to her Lute.



AIR Charmer, cease, nor make your voice's prize A heart refign'd the conqueft of your eyes: Well might, alas! that threatned vessel fail, Which winds and lightning both at once affail. We were too bleft with these inchanting lays, Which must be heav'nly when an Angel plays: But killing charms your lover's death contrive, Left heav'nly mufic fhould be heard alive. Orpheus could charm the trees, but thus a tree, Taught by your hand, can charm no lefs than he: 10 A poet made the filent wood pursue,

This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too,

On a FAN of the Author's design, in which was painted the ftory of CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA VENI.

OME, gentle Air! th' Æolian fhepherd said,
While Procris panted in the secret shade;
Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries,
While at her feet her fwain expiring lies.
Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties ftray,
Breathe on her lips, and in her bosom play!
In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found,
Nor could that fabled dart more surely wound:
Both gifts deftructive to the givers prove;
Alike both lovers fall by those they love.
Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives,

At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives
She views the story with attentive eyes,

And pities Procris, while her lover dies,





FALN would my Mufe the flow'ry Treasures fing
'And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where opening Rofes breathing fweets diffuse,
And foft Carnations fhow'r their balmy dews
Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white,
The thin Undrefs of fuperficial Light,
And vary'd Tulips fhow fo dazling gay,
Blushing in bright diverfities of day..
Each painted flouret in the lake below,
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narciffus on the barik, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose,
And mount the Hill in venerable rows:
There the green Infants in their beds are laid,

The Garden's Hope, and its expected fhade.

Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine, And vernal honours to their autumn join;

Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,

Yet in the rifing blossom promise more.

There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play,
By Laurels fhielded from the piercing day:




Where Dahpne, now a tree as once a maid,

Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,

Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam, 25
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the Stream."
The ftream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a fhelter from her boughs receives,
Where Summer's beauty midft of Winter ftays,
And Winter's Coolness fpite of Summer's rays. 30


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