EPIGRAM, ON THE PRINCE OF WALES'S, THEN REGENT, AP PEARING AT THE FIRE IN SPRING-GARDEN, 1776. HY Guardian, bleft Britannia, scorns to fleep, When the sad subjects of his father weep; Weak princes by their fears increase distress; He faces danger, and so makes it less. Tyrants on blazing towns may smile with joy; He knows, to fave, is greater than destroy. VERSES MADE TO A SIMILE OF MR. POPE, HEN at our house the fervants brawl, WF And raise an uproar in the hall; SONG SONG ON A FINE WOMAN WHO HAD A DULL HUSBAND. I. WHEN on fair Celia's eyes I gaze, And bless their light divine; I ftand confounded with amaze, II. On one vile clod of earth fhe feems To fix their influence; Which kindles not at those bright beams, Nor wakens into fenfe. III. Loft and bewilder'd with the thought, I could not but complain, That nature's lavish hand had wrought This faireft work in vain. IV. Thus fome, who have the ftars furvey'd, Are ignorantly led, To think thofe glorious lamps were made To light Tom-Fool to bed. OCCASIONED OCCASIONED BY HIS FIRST VISIT TO LADY WARWICK AT HOLLAND-HOUSE. H I. EARING that Chloe's bower crown'd Where every rural joy was found, Where health and wealth were plac'd around, II. I went, and found 'twas as they said, III. But when I found my troubled heart My breath come fhort, and in each part Which pain'd me fore and broke my IV. Some noxious vapour fure, I faid, reft: V. Soon V. Soon as the fkilful Leach beheld The change that in my health was grown: VI. Alike the kills in every air, The coldeft breaft her beauties warm; The place had never done you harm. STANZA S TO LADY WARWICK ON MR. ADDISON'S GOING TO IRELAND. I. YE Gods and Nereid nymphs who rule the sea! Who chain loud storms, and still the raging main! With care the gentle Lycidas convey, And bring the faithful lover fafe again. II. When Albion's fhore with chearless heart he left, Of every joy in Chloe's eyes bereft, And wept his forrows in the fwelling flood. III. Ah, III. Ah, faireft maid! whom, as I well divine, That thou at length may'ft pay him for his pain. IV. And fince his love does thine alone pursue, V. When crowds of youthful lovers round thee wait, VI. When the gay theatre fhall charm thy eyes, VII. Amidft whatever various joys appear, Yet breathe one figh, for one fad minute mourn; Nor let thy heart know one delight fincere, Till thy own truest Lycidas return. THE |