ORIGINAL PIECES.

Or if within the sphere it grew,
Before she gaz'd, the lamp was dim ;
But from her eyes the sparkles flew
That gave new lustre to the gem:
Bright omen! what dost thou portend,
Thou threat'ning beauty of the sky;
What great, what happy monarch's end?
For sure by thee 'tis sweet to die.

Whether to thy foreboding fire
We owe the crescent in decay ;
Or must the mighty Gaul expire,
A victim to thy fatal ray?
Such a presage will late be shewn
Before the world in ashes lies;
But if less ruin will atone,

Let Strephon's only fate suffice.

WHEN first I saw Lucinda's face,

And view'd the dazzling glories there, She seem'd of a diviner race,

Than that which nature planted here.

With sacred homage down I feel,

Wond'ring whence such a form could spring; Tell me, I cried, fair vision, tell

The dread commands from heaven you bring.

For if past sins may be forgiven,

By this bright evidence I know
The careful Gods have made a heaven,
That made such angels for it too.

[WALLER.]

CHLORIS, yourself you so excel,

When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought,

That like a spirit, with this spell

Of my own teaching, I am caught.

The eagle's fate and mine are one,

Which on the shaft that made him die

Espied a feather of his own,

Wherewith he used to soar so high.

Had Echo with so sweet a grace
Narcissus' loud complaints return'd,
Not for reflection of his face,

But of his voice, the boy had burn'd.

WINE, wine in the morning
Makes us frolick and gay,

That like eagles we soar
In the pride of the day';
Gouty sots of the night
Only find a decay.

"Tis the sun ripes the grape, And to drinking gives light;. We imitate him

When by noon we're at height; They steal wine who take it When he's out of sight. ̈ ̄

Boy, fill all the glasses,

Fill them up now he shines;

The higher he rises

The more he refines,

For wine and wit fall

As their maker declines.