Chloe, your guile can equal wonders do, Wound full as fure, and at a distance too. Arm'd with your feather'd weapons in your hands,

From pole to pole you fend your great commands;

To diftant climes in vain the lover flies,

Your pen o'ertakes him, if he 'scapes your eyes:

So thofe, who from the fword in battle run,
But perish victims to the distant gun.
Beauty's a fhort-liv'd blaze, a fading flow'r;
But these are charms no ages can devour:
Thefe, far fuperior to the brightest face,
Triumph alike o'er time, as well as space;
When that fair form, which thousands now
adore,

By years decay'd, shall tyrannize no more,
Your lovely lines fhall future ages view,

And eyes, as yet unborn, be charm'd by you.

THE ARCADIAN NYMPH.

ONCE in Arcadia, that fond feat of love, There liv'd a nymph, the pride of all the

grove,

A lovely nymph, adorn'd with every grace, An easy shape, and sweetly blooming face. Fanny, the damfel's name, as chaste as fair, Each virgin's envy, and each swain's despair. To charm her ear the rival fhepherds sing, Blow the foft flute, and wake the trembling ftring:

For her they leave their wand'ring flocks to rove,

While Fanny's name refounds thro' ev'ry

grove,

And spreads on every tree, enclos'd in knots of love.

THE

THE GIFTS OF NATURE.

WISE Nature ever with a prudent hand,
Dispenses various gifts to every land,
To every nation frugally imparts

A genius fit for fome peculiar arts :

To trade the Dutch incline, the Swiss to arms; Mufic and verse are soft Italia's charms; Britannia juftly glories to have found

Lands unexplor'd, and fail'd the globe around; But none will fure presume to rival France, Whether fhe forms or executes the dance.

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DANCING.

IN ancient times (fuch times are now no more) When Albion's crown illuftrious Arthur wore, In fome fair op'ning glade, each summer's night,

Where the pale moon diffus'd her filver light, On the foft carpet of a graffy field,

The sporting fairies their affemblies held.

Some

Some lightly tripping with their pigmy queen,
In circling ringlets mark'd the level green.
Some with soft notes bade mellow pipes re-
found,

And music warble through the groves around.
Oft lonely shepherds by the foreft fide,
Belated peasants oft their revels fpy'd,
And home returning, o'er the nut-brown ale,
Their guests diverted with the wondrous tale.
Inftructed hence, throughout the British isle,
And fond to imitate the pleafing toil,

Round where the trembling May-pole's fix'd on high,

And bears its flow'ry honours to the sky,
The ruddy maids and fun-burnt fwains refort,
And practise every night the lovely sport.
On every fide Æolian artists stand,

Whose active elbows fwelling winds command,
The fwelling winds harmonious pipes infpire,
And blow in every breast a generous fire.
Thus taught, at first, the country dance began,
And hence to cities and to courts it ran.

THE

THE MODERN FINE GENTLEMAN.

JUST broke from school, pert, impudent, and

raw,

Expert in Latin, more expert in law,

His Honour pofts o'er Italy and France,

Measures St. Peter's dome, and learns to dance; Thence having quick thro' various countries flown,

Glean'd all their follies, and expos'd his own,
He back returns, a thing so strange all o'er,
As never ages past produc'd before,
A monfter of fuch complicated worth,
As no one fingle clime could e'er bring forth:
Half atheift, papift, gamefter, bubble, rook,
Half fidler, coachman, dancer, groom, and
cook.

THE MODERN FINE LADY.

SKILL'D in each art that can adorn the fair, The sprightly dance, the soft Italian air ;

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