TO THE SUSPPOSED AUTHOR OF THE IN SPECTATOR. courts licentious, and a fhameless stage, How long the war shall wit with virtue wage? Our youth run headlong in the fatal fnare; To confcious blushes and diminish'd pride, Thy glass betrays what treacherous love would hide; A fauntering A fauntering tribe! fuch born to wide estates, In youth a coxcomb, and in age a clown. Such readers fcorn'd, thou wing'ft thy daring flight And thou alone deserve from fuch a friend; And fame when fhar'd with him is double fame. Permit thefe lines by thee to live-nor blame Receiv'd by thee, I prophefy, my rhymes, The praise of virgins in fucceeding times: Mix'd with thy works, their life no bounds shall fee, But ftand protected, as infpir'd, by thee. So fome weak shoot, which elfe would poorly rife, Jove's tree adopts, and lifts him to the skies; Through Through the new pupil foftering juices flow, Thruft forth the gems, and give the flowers to blow. Aloft; immortal reigns the plant unknown, With borrow'd life, and vigour not his own. A POEM, TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE LORD PRIVYSEAL, ON THE PROSPECT OF PEACE. "Fronde fuper Mitram, & felici comptus Oliva." VIRG. CONTE TO THE LORD PRIVY SEAL. ONTENDING kings, and fields of death, too long And warring powers in friendly leagues combin'd, |