BY MR. MENDEZ. *

AIN is ev'ry fond endeavour
To refift the tender dart;

VA

For examples move us never,

We must feel, to know the smart.
When the shepherd fwears he's dying,
And our beauties fets to view;
Vanity, her aid fupplying,

Bids us think it all our due.

Softer than the vernal breezes
Is the mild deceitful ftrain ;
Frowning truth our fex difpleases,
Flatt'ry never fues in vain.
Soon, too foon the happy lover
Does our tend'reft hopes deceive;
Man was form'd to be a rover,
Foolish woman to believe.

BY SHAKSPEARE t.

IGH no more, ladies, figh no more,

Sen ne me deceivers ever

One foot at fea, and one on fhore,

To one thing constant never.

Then figh not fo,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your founds of woe
Into, hey nonny, nonny.

*In The Chaplet.

In Much ado about Nothing.

Sing no more ditties, fing no mo,

Of dumps fo dull and heavy; The frauds of men were ever fo Since fummer first was leavy. Then figh not fo, &c.

N vain, Philander, at my feet

With well-diffembled tears intreat,
New oaths and impious vows repeat,
And wrong Loves facred name.

Ah! ceafe to call that paffion love,
Whofe end is to betray;

Too foon, fhould I comply, you'd prove
What fenfual views your ardour move,
And your affection fway.

And when, to all my fondness blind,
You'd chafe me from your breast,
Deluded wretch! when could I find
That calm content, that peace of mind,
Which I before poffefs'd.

IN

IN CLASS V.

BY THE REV. THOMAS FITZGERALD.

HE charms which blooming beauty shows
From faces heav'nly fair,

TH

We to the lily and the rofe,

With femblance apt, compare.

With femblance apt, for ah! how foon

How foon they all decay!

The lily droops, the rose is gone,
And beauty fades away.

But when bright virtue fhines confefs'd,

With fweet difcretion join'd;

When mildness calms the peaceful breast,

And wisdom guides the mind:

When charms like these, dear maid, confpire

Thy perfon to approve,

They kindle generous chafte defire,

And everlasting love.

Beyond the reach of time or fate

Thefe graces fhall endure;

Still, like the paffion they create,

Eternal, conftant, pure.