lated. The foft warbler, who fills up a vacancy of thought with a tune, in which the fucceffion of words gives no idea but that of a fucceffion of founds, will here be much difappointed in meeting with the names of Prior, Congreve and Landfdown, instead of Arne, Brent and Tenducci. The midnight roarer of coarfe jeft and obscenity will be ftill farther out of his element. But to those who are enamoured with that facred art, which beyond every other elevates andrefines the foul, to whom the fprightly lyre of Horace and Anacreon, and the melting mufic of Sappho still found, though ages have passed fince they vibrated on the ear, I will venture to promife a fource of enjoyment, from the works of those great mafters whofe names adorn this collection, which I hope they will not think too dearly purchafed by the perufal of fuch introductory matter as is fubmitted to their candid examination. A TABLE O F FIRST LINES. A H! Chloris, could I now but fit Page 249 114 122 74 64 228 B ID me when forty winters more Bleft as th' immortal Gods is he Boast not, mistaken swain, thy art 268 176 168 112 210 CAN Page C AN love be controul'd by advice Celia, hoard thy charms no more Celia, too late you would repent 166 243 246 AMON if you will believe me D Daphnis flood penfive in the fhade stood Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure AIR Amoret is gone aftray F Fair and foft and gay and young Far in the windings of a vale Fly, thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly 217 159 81 148 In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er In vain you tell your parting lover I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve It is not, Celia, in our power It was a Friar of orders gray L ATE when love I feem'd to flight Let not love on me bestow Let the ambitious favour find Μ' ISTAKEN fair, lay Sherlock by Mortals, learn your lives to measure My love was fickle once and changing 241 117 220 213 41 248 223 146 231 234 216 236 167 93 145 211 NOT, Page OT, Celia, that I jufter am NOT Ο Now fee my Goddefs, earthly born 212 133 'ER moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare 89 Oft on the troubled ocean's face Of Leinfter fam'd for maidens fair Oh turn away thofe cruel eyes On a bank befide a willow O Nancy wilt thou go with me On Belvidera's bofom lying One morning very early, one morning in the spring REPAR'D to rail, refolv'd to part P Pursuing beauty men defcry 55 147 240 152 178 209 76 AY, lovely dream, where couldst thou find S Love Say, Myra, why is gentle Love Say not, Olinda, I despise She loves and the confeffes too Should some perverse malignant star Stella and Flåvia every hour Strephon has fashion, wit and youth AELL me no more I am deceiv'd T Tell me not I my time mispend Tell my Strephon that I die 150 259 251 214 *73 255 271 260 267 131 23% 235 169 157 The Graces and the wand'ring Loves 250 The heavy hours are almost past 118 The |