O strike not dead with an heart-thrilling frown For Love's dread power, and for the Graces' sakes, Let far away the murd❜rous sheers be thrown; Nor give those locks, the virgin's radiant crown, To torturing fire, which their fine texture breaks, Drinks up their juice, and brings with quick decay December's hoary badge on blooming May. Let Gallia's dames, in borrow'd beauty gay, Who o'er their cheeks the plaist'ring ceruse spread, And youth's sweet flush disgrace with tawdry red, In nature's spite make artful ringlets play; And, when the fire denies its wonted aid, In native charins secure, the British maid Should trust to Nature; since to her she owes 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, Consult your mind, consult your glass, 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, If a single hint you give Well to die, and soon to live. ODE XXXVI. ΤΟ MISS LAURENCE, IN THE PUMP-ROOM, BATH. 1753. NAID of this healthful stream, 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, |