Then come, my mufe, attune my lyre
To praise the maid I most admire,
And chaunt the rural ftrain;
Let me extol her to the skies,
While faithlefs Phillis I defpife,
Who gave my bosom pain."
III.

Tho' once I priz'd her shape and air,
Her ruby lips, her flowing hair,

And tincture of her skin ;
Yet what's, a beauteous form and face,
Or ev'ry outward winning grace.

When falfhood dwells within?
IV.

Give me the girl who juft can be,
From affectation ever free,

Nor prone to pompous pride;
Ah! fuch a fair one I have chofe,
To whom each fecret I'll difclofe,
And c'er with her refide.

V.

Adieu then, Phillis, to your arts,
No more your piercing pointed darts

Shall wound my love fraught breaft;

In dear Suzet alone I find

That balm which eas'd my tortur'd mind, And gave my forrows reft,

VI.

So now my former fcenes I'll view,
My paft'ral themes again purfue,

And join the ruftic throng;

I'll fing the furze-blown heath and hill, Or fome meand'ring tinkling rill,

That runs the meads along.

VII.

The trilling lark shall join my lay,
Whofe matins hail the infant day,

And pleafes well mine ear;
The thrush from copfe or flow'ry brake,
And ev'ry warbler shall partake
My praises thro' the year.

VIII.

The sheep, who under coverts lie,
Or rove on barren mountains high,
Shall my attention claim;
The lowing fteers, and milky kine,
Shall likewife grace an artless line,
My numbers e'er fo lame.

IX.

The ruftic maids, and village fwains,
And all the beauties of the plains

Shall decorate my verfe;

The clay-built cot, and tow'ring trees,
The beachen grove, and whispering breeze,
With freedom I'll rehearse.

teaze

We fret and we pine, and when children, we [please. For fomething, or nothing-for nothing will Advancing in years, still behold us as boys, We fall out and.quarrel for marbles and toys; Thefe have but a feason, not long they re careft,

Another wild paffion now fires the breaft:
The charms of fome fair irrefiftless may prove,
He rages, he burns with the passion of love.
E'en I, hapless I! am a proof but too well,
Shall I make the confeffion? my shame shall
I tell?
[prove
Muft I own, muft I fay, and for once must I
In nature there is fuch a thing as to love?
At first fight too! good heavens! it fure can-
not be!

Yet let me examine myself—let me fee;
Close question my heart, and close bring it to
test,
[breaft.
For what means this tumult fo ftrong in my
I've feen, and but once-I have juft view d

the maid,

And feel a ftrange impulfe my bofom invade;
A throbbing, an aching that goes pit-a pat,
A fothing or other, I cannot tell what :
'Tis pain, 'tis a pleasure, which nought can

remove,

content,

And I fear it will terminare laftly in love.
My days, gentle Betfey, once dawn'd with
[fmiling went;
Peace fmil'd as they came, and with peace
No care or inquietude clouded their joy,
No grief in abundance my blifs to annoy :
A few little bickerings rue I have past,
But peace and tranquility crowned the laft.
Unditturb'd in repofe 'twas my blessing to find,
At the opening of morn, fcarce a veftige be-
hind;

I wak'd to new joys, to new fcenes of delight,
In a series of pleasure I wanton'd til night;
Sleep courted me then to the arms of repofe,
And foft filken flumbers my eye-lids did clofe:
I bade them adieu, a farewell to each forrow,
And forgot all the cares and concerns of to-
[free,
Whilft thus roam'd at large, and at liberty
There's none were more happy, more happy
[here!

morrow.

than me.

But fee now the change! what a contraft is How diff'rent a profpect, alas! does appear! How vain was the thought I should always thus rove, [of love! Undifturb'd, and e'er free from the tincture From this little tormentor of minds and of hearts,

His bow and his quiver, his power of fmarts! How low am I fallen! what a victim become ! O tyrant boy! is then this for my doom? Muft I figh? muft I languish, ye powers divine?

I'll breathe not a murmur, nor will I repine! The object is worthy, yes, worthy my care, 'Tis noble, 'tis great to wear chains for a fair, Whofe beauty deferves it, poffeft of each charm,

As at once to unman, and our reason difarm.

What more can I add, or what more can declare,

Than a captive I'm fall'n to a conquering fair?
Whom fare may decree I fhall never fee more,
Yet ftill I'll admire, and ftill I'll adore;
Wherever the reigns, or wherever I rove,
I'll fend her beft wifhes, as well as my love.
Of every joy may the e'er be poffeft,
Be all that I with her, and fhe will be bleft;
Be happy, dear maid, and rest peaceful at
home,
Whilft I, a fad exile, am forced to roam
In lands yet unknown, where my cares never
ceafe,

And live as an alien, a firanger to peace.

Ye guardian powers protect the bright maid! O fhed your kind influence goodness, and aid! Let Prudence and Honour direct all her ways, Let Peace and Prosperity crown all her days! Her worth, may it shine as no time can efface! May the live a bleft patters of virtue and grace! Her fex's chief ornament worthy to fean, And merit the love both of God and of man! BEN JOHNSON.

EPITHALAMIUM,

Infcribed to JAMES T-TT-T-~, on his Marriage with MISS JENNY D-ws—N, January 24, 1779.

"Of earthly goods, the best is a good wife.”

I.

NOME ye jovial nymphs and swains,

Cartyrs, genius, fylphs, and fawns,

Ye who ramble o'er the plains,

Ye who trace the dewy lawns;

Hither hafte, and tune your lay,
Hail, O hail this happy day.
11.
Come, ye mufes, from your hill,
Come, ye fyrens, join the throng i
Ye who oft difplay your skill,
Ye who can excell in feng;

Hither bafte, and tune your lay,
Hail, O hail the happy day!
III.

See the blooming bride appear,
Lovely as the opening fpring,
Fairest of the neighb'ring fair,
Fairest of the fportive ring;

First to her attune your lay,
Hail, O hail this happy day!
IV.

Then behold the happy groom,

See how he's by her carell;
We may more than half prefume
He will be fupremely bleft;

Next to him attune your lay,
Hail his happy bridal day.

V. Eve

V.

Every pleasure, every joy,

Wait around this happy pair; May no grief their bli's deftroy, May no forrow interfere! Ever happy, ever gay,

May they blefs this happy day!

Goodman's-Fields.

G. R-FF-Y.

To J E N N Y, On a late Disappointment.

figh,

Or tear just starting from thine eye? From whence proceeds that clouded brow? Tell me from whence thy forrows flow?

Refentment in my breaft takes place!
I call the action mean and base!
But why, fair maid, fhould't thou repine?
Truft me the fault was none of mine.
Far fooner wou'd I undergo

The greatest share of grief and woe,
Than with uneasiness to find
Myfelf the caufe why thou'rt unkind:
But well could I the hours beguile,
Would Jenny, lovely Jenny, (mile.

'Twas Nancy's will, thou blooming maid,
And Nancy's will must be obey'd;
I dare not blame, but difcommend,
Yet tho' I cenfure, I'm her friend;
For fpite of all, defpotic still
Is Nancy, lovely Nancy's will,
And I must own, in reafon's fpite,
Whatever Nancy does is sight.

But I've long frove in vain
Parnaffus to gain,

I've much labour loft, and do ftill;
For the want of a prop

In climbing the top,

I remain at the foot of the hill.

Since the Mufes decline
All efforts of mine,
And Apollo refufes his aid,
Then how can I write
To give any delight?
Nor ever fhall I, I'm afraid.

For Parnaffus is steep,
And I only can creep,

A ftep or two up, and no more,
Therefore leave it to fuch

As can go without crutch,
For my genius will ne'er let me foar.

I now bid adieu

To my verfes and you,

Infert them, or not, as you please ; If it is no difgrace

To afford them a place,

I may furnish out more fuch as these.

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ftring,

tive lay. And decks with Emma's name the plain

II.

Religion, virtue, patience, truth, and faith, Were all in Emma's noble heart enhrin'd; Pure was her life, ferene and calm her death, In tort'ring pangs to heaven's great will refign'd.

III.

From her the poor diftrefs'd oft fought relief, Nor fought in vain, for Emma's tender heart

Bled at the knowledge of another's grief, And in their fuff'rings kindly bore a part.

IV.

And I in her a faithful friend poffefs'd, With whom I oft have pafs'd the smiling day;

And in whofe fweet inftructive converfe blefs'd, My gilded hours flew unperceiv'd away.

* She died of a cancer in her breast, which The endured with true Chriftian fortitude.

Sprays,

TAIN, Page 39.

OUR famous mount I travell'd o'er,
In hopes its name I should explore
But puzzled quite, in vain I read,
'Till rack'd with doubt I fcratch'd my beod.
SYLVANUS.

Anfwered likewife by HARRIET, W.
D. W-L-H, &c.

PARADISE REGAINED.

T

puzzles much the fages brains Where Eden was of yore; Some place it in Arabia's plains,

Some fay it is no more.

But I can prove beyond difpute

'Tis Paradife at Rye,
Where gazing on forbidden fruit
We meet that tempter Fry.

To fhew there is the tree of life,
\Whence choiceft bleflings flow,
Go pluck a kifs, she's meet for wife,
You'll good-not evil-know.

J. F. F.

EPITAPH on MR. GARRICK.

GARRICK, the prince of actors, Al

pride,

For genius envy'd, and in merit try'd, Beneath reclines -He could embody thought, Give feelings, voice, and grace, by nature

taught ;

He view'd with candour fashion's motley mais,
And fhew'd each fleeting image in bis glass;
Fools to the lath of wit would reconcile,
And make dull pedants at their likeness smile;
With virtuous woe fuffus'd the tender eye,
But how fuperfluous are this ftone and praise ?
While e'en the bad for virtue heav'd a figh.
Exalted far above vain human ways;
He fees indignant from a fpotlets fphere
The pompous farce his duft exhibits here.

J. J.

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