Afpafia, every tongue muft own,
Adds luftre e'en to princely ftate;
While Laura proves (though fortune frown)
That merit needs not to be great.
Though blefs'd with ev'ry charm and grace,
Afpafia, grieve not then to fee
A lowly maid, in mind and face,
Nam'd thus a rival e'en to thee.
And, Laura, thou this lesson hear,
That gentleft manners may be found,
E'en in the high-exalted fair,
Whom pomp and vanity furround.
DEAR col'nel, you enjoin'd the task,
An eafy one for you to ask,
As eafy me to grant;
For where both join in fympathy,
'Tis very easy to agree,
To feek what both we want.
You bid me fing a hymn to health,
For what are talents, titles, wealth,
Without her favours bleft?
Come, goddefs, come, propitious hear,
In all thy rofy trim appear,
And lull our pains to rest.
I fung;-the goddess heard my prayer,
And faid," To Avon's banks repair,
"Where Bladud's waters flow;
“There have I plac'd a lovely maid,
"Lawrence, fair miftrefs of my trade,
"And fubftitute below."
-But, oh! ye invalids beware
How you approach the pump! for there
Cupid in ambush lies;
There, while her hands deal health around,
The wanton rogue is fure to wound,
And kills us through her eyes.
But what kind caution e'er could fave,
From her sweet chains, the willing flave,
As we too fondly know;
The god at random lanc'd a dart,
Which wounded you quite through the heart,
And me from head to toe.
THRO' Moorfields, at the peep of day,
A troop of sportsment took their way;
In ruftic ftate they rode along,
A ranting, purfe-proud, thoughtless throng,
With modifh nabs, and tight furtouts,
And bright spring spurs, and jemmy boots;
These in the foremost ranks appear;
Falc'ners, hawks, dogs, compofe the rear.
A bedlamite, by chance let out,
With gaping grin admir'd the rout;
And when the cava cade had pass'd,
Beckon'd and bawl'd to stop the last.-
"Good friend (faid he) pray let me know
"What means this fort of raree show,
"And who's yon green coat riding there,
"That cracks his whip with such an air;
"Is he your brother? fure he is;
"For you're much like in dress and phyz.”
No, he's our 'fquire (reply'd the other)
But loves me better than a brother:
And well he may, for ne'er a man
Could train his falcons as I can :
This, on my hand, tho' lately made,
Is quite a master of his trade,
And shews more sense, if I may fay't,
Than all yon folks have in their pate:
'Tis that has brought them all together,
To try his blood, this charming weather.
"Well (faid the firft) and pray what hire "May you have yearly from the 'fquire?"
A fcore (faid he) of yellow boys,
Befides fome other cafual toys;
A waistcoat lac'd, unfoil'd and clever,
Or ruffled fhirts as whole as ever,
And oftentimes a lucky pounce
Tempts him to throw me half an ounce;
Befides the best of meat and drink,
And all too little, you may think,
For the fatigue that I endure
In bringing young ones to the lure;
But fuch an ord'nary, yɔu know,
Is no bad thing, as markets go.
"Has he a fon ?" rejoin'd the fool! Ay, but he's boarded out at fchool.
"What has his tutor by the year ?” As much as I, or very near.
"Is that the cafe? o'ertake your master,
"Tell him, from me, to gallop faster ;
"For if our keeper gets him here,
"He'll tie him down, at least, a year.”
FOR THE SITUATION AND CONSTRUCTION OF
BY RICHARD JAGO, M.,A.
WOULD ye, with faultless judgment, learn
The rural feat? to copy, as ye rove,
The well-form'd picture, and correct defign?
Firft fhun the falfe extremes of high and low;
With watry vapours this your fretted walls
Will foon deface; and that, with rough affault,
And frequent tempeft, shake your tott'ring roof.
Me moft the gentle eminence delights
Of healthy champaign, to the funny fouth
Fair op'ning, and with woods, and circling hills,
Nor too remote, nor, with too close embrace,
Stopping the buxom air, behind enclos'd.
But if your lot hath fall'n in fields lefs fair,
Confult their genius, and, with due regard
To nature's clear directions, fhape your plan ; ·
The fite too lofty fhelter; and the low,
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