For BELVIDERA, next, I bled; Like me, ye Swains! your time improve; Be never true to One in love; ON A LADY'S FAN. I SLYLY stole this secret Charm, In hopes my CHLOE to disarm. The artifice was mean and poor; And she as potent as before! Let Jove, his thunder lay aside; His Godhead soon will be defied! If VENUS but her Zone remove; You would not know the Queen of Love! And CUPID, maugre all his skill, Without his bow, could never kill! Fair Nymph! thy boundless power I own Dependent on thyself alone! Superior thou, in every part, A HEALTH TO ALL HONEST MEN! EVERY man take his Glass in his hand; With their Parties, look big! 'Tis not owning a whimsical name No confusion create! Here's a Health to all honest men! When a company 's honestly met, And drown the fatigues of the day; When you've said what you dare, Then agree, ye true Britons! agree! That an Englishman 's always the same! Who's a Tory, or Whig! VERSES WRITTEN ON ONE OF THE WINDOWS OF DOCTOR A BARD, grown desirous of saving his pelf, 'Some foe to my empire has been his adviser; 'Tis of dreadful portent when a Poet turns miser! Tell him, HERMES, from me! tell that subject of mine! I have sworn, by the Styx! to defeat his design! For, wherever he lives, the Muses shall reign ; And the Muses, he knows, have a numerous Train.' THE DECLAIMER. 'WOMAN! thoughtless, giddy creature! 'Slave to ev'ry changing Passion; Lovely trifle! dear illusion! Conqu❜ring weakness! wished-for pain! Man's chief glory, and confusion! Of all vanity most vain!' Thus deriding Beauty's power, Kneeled, and whined, at CELIA's feet! THE MODISH LOVER. WITH downcast eyes and folded arms, The fair, the blooming, and the gay. Next morn, abroad he walked again; Much altered since the day before. But giddy Chance, the fickle Youth had brought The place recalls to mind his flame; When, all in love, he wandered there. "'Twas here,' he cries, 'I left the name Of yesterday's commanding Fair!' Pensive a while he stood; then looked to find But vain, alas, his searches prove. The rain had fallen, the wind had blown; And, sympathizing with his love, Away was ev'ry letter flown! Nor could his faithless memory declare Whose name he, yesterday, had flourished there! |