SIR CHARLES's REPLY. I'LL not believe that Phoebus did not smile, To strains like yours of old his harp he strung, Did beauteous Daphne's scorn of proffer'd love Convinc'd from thence, ye were as good as fair. ΤΟ A LADY, Who sent Compliments to a CLERGYMAN UPON THE TEN OF HEARTS. YOUR Compliments, dear Lady, pray forbear, Old English services are more sincere ; You send Ten Hearts, the tithe is only mine, Give me but One, and burn the other Nine. ΤΟ LADY MARY CHAMBERS. ON HER INTENDED VOYAGE INTO TURKEY. BY BAINBRIGG BUCKEREDGE, ESQ. WHY should the charming Galatea shun We're slaves by choice, nor wish to quit our chains; And spread a powerful empire o'er the main. And melt their tyrant hearts with flames of love? Ev'n he, whose nod a thousand beauties wait, But O! bright Nymph, let not a long return Make wretched we your tedious absence mourn: Let then the barbarous nations soon restore Fair Galatea to the British shore: Else they expect in vain the war should cease, And England's Moderator signs in vain the peace. TO THE LADY MARCHIONESS GREY. BY THE HONORABLE MISS MARGARET YORKE. THY shades, Vacuna, and thy verdant meads, And O! inspire my verse, while it recites Or if with laughter clear the dome resounds, Now graver studies give more solid joys: Or round the spacious garden choose to prance; |