The Youth had been by force of Wit, 'Cause Sappho could not write like Thee. 1x. Like thee had Eccho tun'd her Voice Narciffus to invoke, The felf-lov'd Youth had fix'd his Choice, Nor doom'd her to a Rock; Thus both a better Fate had found, She had not Pin'd, nor he been Drown'd XI. Thy Fragrant Lines afcend the Sky Like an Arabian Neft, And like an aged Phanix, I Embalm'd in Spices reft: Thus whilft amidst Perfumes I burn, Upon feeing Lord Chancellor Parker's Picture, O fuch a Face, and fuch an Air, T° Who could fufpect there wants a Voice? O KNELLER! ableft Hand, declare If this was thy Mistake, or Choice? Twas Choice-Thy Modefty conceal'd W VIRTUE is its own REWARD. By J. F. HILST brave Eneas with a gen'rous Care, Does from approaching Flames his Father bear, Swells with fuch Pleasures, fuch a worthy Joy } Lord L-----------E, upon his Enlargement. G OOD unexpected, Evil unforeseen, Appear by turns, as Fortune shifts the Scene; A private Clofet is to me, When a good Confcience is my Bail, And Innocence my Liberty. ΤΟ ΤΟ Α Young LADY, On Her studying the Globe. HILST o'er the GLOBE, fair Nymph; your Searches run, And trace its rowling Circuit round the Sun, You feem'd that WORLD beneath you to Survey, With two fair Lamps, methoughts, your Nations fhone, How did those Rays your happy Empire gild? And And, oh! when, yet e're many Years are past, To a PAINTER, attempting to imitate a LADY'S EYES. HE E, who great Jo vE's Artill'ry ap'd fo well, By real Light'ning and true Thunder fell. From |