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E PIGRAM, ON THE PRINCE OF WALES'S, THEN REGENT, AP PEARING AT THE FIRE IN SPRING-GARDEN,
HY Guardian, blest Britannia, scorns to sleep,
Weak princes by their fears increase distress;
V E R SE S MADE TO A SIMILE OF MR. POPE,
HEN at our house the servants brawl,
And raise an uproar in the hall;
S. O N G
ON A FINE WOMAN WHO HAD A DULL
HEN on fair Celia's eyes I gaze,
And bless their light divine;
To think on what they shine.
On one vile clod of earth she seems
To fix their influence;
Nor wakens into sense.
Loft and bewilder'd with the thought,
I could not but complain,
This fairest work in vain.
Thus some, who have the stars survey'd,
Are ignorantly led,
To light Tom-Fool to bed.
OCCASIONED BY HIS FIRST VISIT TO LADY
WARWICK AT HOLLAND-HOUSE.
EARING that Chloe's bower crown'd
The summit of a neighbouring hill,
To wait like servants on her will.
I went, and found 'twas as they faid,
That every thing look'd fresh and fair;
From this unwholsome foil must rise;
The change that in my health was grown:
The coldest breast her beauties warm ;
The place had never done you harm.
TO LADY WARWICK ON MR. ADDISON'S
GOING TO IRELAND.
1. YE Gods and Nereid nymphs who rule the sea!
Who chain loud storms, and still the raging main!
Pensive and sad upon the deck he stood,
The righteous gods his just reward ordain ;
In arts unpractis'd and unus’d to range ;
And shun thy sex's inclination, change.
When crowds of youthful lovers round thee wait,
And tender thoughts in sweetest words impart;
When artful wit shall speak thy beauty's praise ;
Yet breathe one figh, for one sad minute mourn; Nor let thy heart know one delight fincere,
Till thy own truest Lycidas return.