Among their Brethren of the Skies; To which (though late) fhall Stella rife. The World fhall in its Atoms end, SHE thinks, that Nature ne'er defign'd Courage to Man alone confin'd: Can Cowardice her Sex adorn, Which most exposes ours to Scorn? In Florimel's affected Fears: For Stella never learn'd the Art, Doll Doll never flies to cut her Lace, HER Hearers are amaz'd from whence And yet through ev'ry Motion steals. SAY, Stella, was Prometheus blind, How would Ingratitude delight? If I fhould Stella's Kindness hide In Silence, or forget with Pride. When When on my fickly Couch I lay, Impatient both of Night and Day, Call'd ev'ry Pow'r to cafe my Pains: With chearful Face, and inward Grief; She fuffers hourly more than me, From Slayes employ'd for daily Hire, I see her taste each naufeous Draught, I blefs the Hand from whence they came, BEST Pattern of true Friends, beware; You pay too dearly for your Care, If, If, while your Tenderness fecures ON Cutting down the old THORN A T MARKET-HIL L. A Written in the YEAR 1727. T Market-Hill, as well appears By Chronicle of antient Date, There ftood for many a Hundred Years, A fpacious Thorn before the Gate. Hither came every Village-Maid, And on the Boughs her Garland hung, And here, beneath the spreading Shade, Secure from Satyrs fat and fung. *Sir Archibald that val'rous Knight, (Sir Archibald whofe fav'rite Name Shall ftand for Ages on Record, By Scottish Bards of highest Fame, † Wife Hawtborden and Sterling's Lord.) But Time, with Iron Teeth, I ween Has canker'd all its Branches round; No Fruit or Bloffom to be feen, Its Head reclining tow'rds the Ground, This * Sir Archibald Achefon, Secretary of State for Scotland. † Drummond of Hawthorden, and Sir William Alexander, E. of Sterling, both famous for their Poetry, who were Friends to Sir Archibald. |