I To a LADY, who turn'd her CHEEK. S'T for a Grace, or is't for fome Diflike,.. That when I'd kifs your Lips, you turn your Some think this Carriage rude in your Behaviour, But I fhould rather take it for a Favour. For I, to fhew my Kindness, and my Love, Cheek? Would leave both Lip and Cheek, to kiss your Glove: The DESPAIRING-LOVER. Onceal, fond Man, conceal the mighty Smart, In vain would'st thou complain, in vain pretend, And too too fair to let thy Paffion dye. Drink the refiftless Glances of her Eyes, At awful Distance entertain thy Grief, Be ftill in Pain, but never ask Relief. Ne'er tempt her Scorn of thy confuming State And fill thy captiv'd Soul with Shades of Joy; то TO THE MEMORY OF Sir Samuel Garth,, M. D. HE Praife, that in thy LIFE we durft ng pay, Is fafely offer'd to the filent Clay: Hero's and Poets are of equal Fame, And after Death their Shrines an Incense claim. O! may the Lays caft Luftre o'er thy Urn, Like Lamps that in Sepulchral Marbles burn; Which waiting on the Minutes of Decay, i Watchfully pious waste themfelyes away. SCANDAL SCANDAL and ENVY fly the facred Ground, ་ When the great Prophet lodg'd within the Cage. Doubtful of Choice, whom firft fhall I commend, But all in Thee, like Gems in Circles fet. ...While other lumpifh Wits have labour'd long, Thy quicker Genius, with a happy Flight, Whatever Virtues of the Social Kind, Old Sages taught, or Modern Wit refin'd; To fhew Heav'ns Bleffings not bestow'd in vain, ΤΟ To make the World unmock'd by happy Skies, Thrice happy Skill! when thy Profeffors know Studious of Health, unmindful of the Gain, O'er the pale Virgin's fading Roses mourn, And fightill fick'ning Chiefs for Conquefts burn. Such, GARTH, were Marks of thy excelling Art, These built a College in each grateful Heart. O! may the pious Youth to Thee return, The Tears thy Pow'r from Nations us'd to fave, But most the Mufe with tuneful Sorrow strive, To deck thy Tomb, and keep thy Fame alive. Vain Hopes in them For as when Kings are flain, The Palaces they rais'd their Pride maintain; So to late Times thy polish'd Work shall stand, Spreading the Glory of the Builder's Hand; With thy own NASSAU, and thy MARLBRO' live, And equal Fame receive, and equal give. |