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“ When sleep has clos'd my forrow-streaming eyes, « Then ghaftly dreams, and hateful thoughts arise: “* All unaccompany'd methinks I
go “ O'er Irish bogs, a wilderness of woe ! “ Ah! my wits turn! frange phantoms round me fly! “ Lo! I am chang'd into a goosb’ry pye ! “ Forbear to eat me up, inhuman rabble ! “ Cocks crow, ducks quake, hens cackle, turkies
Thus as the rav'd, her womb with rueful throes Did to the light a lusty babe disclose: Long while the doubted of the smirking boy, Or on her knee to dandle, or destroy; Love prompted her to save, and Pride to drown, At length Pride conquer'd, and the dropt her son.
* - Semperque relinqui
THAT fears, what terrors does thy gift create !
Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate!
A YOUNG LAD Y.
FONTENELLE'S PLURALITY OF WORLDS.
N this small work all nature's wonders see,
The foften'd features of philofophy. In truth by easy steps you here advance, Truth, as diverting as the best romance. Long had these arts to fages been confin’d, None saw their beauty till by poring blind; By ing spent, like men that cram too full, From Wisdom's feast they rose not chear'd, but dail: The gay
and airy smii'd to see them grave,
but the arts of dress.
In vain the glittering orbs, each' starry night,
claim to sense, and shew mankind, That reason is not to themselves confin'd. 'The haughty belle, whose beauty's awful fhrine, "Twere facrilege t'imagine not divine, Who thought so greatly of her eyes before, Bid her read this, and then be vain no more. How poor e'en You, who reign without controul, If we except the beauties of
soul! Should all beholders feel the same surprize; Should all who see
my eyes; Were no such blasts to make that beauty less; Should
be what I think, what all confess : "Tis but a narrow space those charms engage; One Island only, and not half an Age!
S O N G.
The most engaging fair on earth,
To please a blind gallant,
her in love's hook!
Of all my hopes bereav'n:
To cheat me of my heaven.