A RIDDLE. UPON a bed of humble clay, In all her garments loose, Till one gallant, in heat of love, And to a region far above, And fofter beds, convey'd her. But, in his abfence, to his place I then appear'd to public view. But fhortly perishable too, Inconftant, nice, and light. On feathers not together fast And from my father's country pafs'd Where her gallant, of her beguil'd, And I, that was my mother's child, PASTORALS, EPISTLES, ODES, AND OTHER ORIGINAL POEMS, WITH TRANSLATIONS FROM PINDAR, ANACREON, AND SAPPHO. BY AMBROSE PHILIPS, ESQUIRE. hic cæftus artemque repono." VIRG. U z |