ODE XXXIV. CHLOE'S UNKNOWN LIKENESS. BY DR. JOHN HOADLEY. In shape, in air, in face and voice, Since I have fix'd for life my choice, Yet witness, Love, I own the pow'r So much my Chloe I adore, I bow me to her shade. If idol-worship be a fault, Have mercy, Love, on meChloe's the goddess of my thought, Though Celia bows my knee. Though the mock-sun amuse the sight, We wonder at the mimic light, Forgive me, fair reflected shade, Consult your mind, consult your glass, Each charm of sense and youth; Then own, who changes is an ass, Nor wonder at my truth. ODE XXXV. ON THE FALLING OF THE AUTHOR's HAIRS. FEW and easy in your stay, Than the dream of guilty pow'r, Death, the certain end of age, Well to die, and soon to live. ΤΟ MISS LAURENCE, IN THE PUMP-ROOM, BATH. 1753. NAID of this healthful stream, Fair LAURENTIA, if I deem Rightly of thy office here, If the theme may please thine ear, While the springs of HEALTH I praise : Nor will less thy glory shine, If their praise I blend with thine. For of their renown of old Stories many Fame hath told : Ancient bards their names have sung Heroes, kings, and gods among, Mingling various kinds of earth, Metallic, gave the waters birth, Or, whether from his car on high The fountain-nymph, with humid train, Press'd her bosom; and the maid Was call'd the WATERS OF THE SUN. Yet, ere Roman legions fled The wrath of sturdy British knights, From the goddess nam'd, who chose But long since HYGEIA fair Under her peculiar care Receiv'd the springs: for well she knows Each salubrious rill that flows Forth from subterranean vaults, Stor'd by NATURE's hand with salts, Steel, or sulphur: for her use NATURE opens every sluice, |