THE FEMALE PHAETON.

THUS KITTY, beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untamed,
Bespoke the Fair from whom she sprung;
With little rage inflamed.

Inflamed with rage at sad restraint
Which wise Mamma ordained;
And sorely vexed to play the Saint,
While Wit and Beauty reigned.

'Shall I thumb holy books, confined
With ABIGAILS forsaken?
KITTY 's for other things designed;
Or I am much mistaken!

'Must Lady JENNY frisk about,
And visit with her cousins?

At Balls, must she make all the rout;
And bring home hearts by dozens?

'What has she better, pray, than I?
What hidden charms to boast?
That all Mankind for her should die,
Whilst I am scarce a Toast!

'Dear Mamma! for once, let me,
Unchained, my fortune try!
I'll have my Earl as well as she,
Or know the reason why!

'I'll soon, with JENNY's pride quit score!
Make all her Lovers fall!

They'll grieve, I was not loosed before!
She, I was loosed at all!'

Fondness prevailed! Mamma gave way!
KITTY, at heart's desire,
Obtained the chariot for the day;
And set the World on fire!

READING ends in melancholy!

Wine breeds vices and diseases! Wealth's but a care, and Love but folly; Only Friendship truly pleases!

My wealth, my books, my flask, my MOLLY, Farewell all, if Friendship ceases!

CLOE HUNTING.

BEHIND her neck her comely tresses tied, Her ivory quiver graceful by her side; A hunting CLOE went! She lost her way; And through the woods, uncertain, chanced to stray. APOLLO, passing by, beheld the Maid,

And, 'Sister dear, bright CYNTHIA! turn!' he said, 'The hunted hind lies close in yonder brake!'

Loud CUPID laughed, to see the God's mistake; And laughing, cried, 'Learn better, great Divine! To know thy kindred; and to honour mine! Rightly advised, far hence thy Sister seek, Or on Meander's banks, or Latmus' peak! But in this Nymph, my friend! my Sister know! She draws my arrows, and she bends my bow! Fair Thames, she haunts, and ev'ry neighb'ring grove Sacred to soft recess and gentle love!

'Go, with thy CYNTHIA! hurl the pointed spear At the rough boar; or chase the flying deer! I and my CLOE take a nobler aim!

At human hearts we fling; nor ever miss the game!'

THE GARLAND.

THE pride of ev'ry grove I chose,
The Violet sweet, and Lily fair,
The dappled Pink, and blushing Rose,
To deck my charming CLOE's hair.

At Morn, the Nymph vouchsafed to place
Upon her brow the various wreath;
The flowers less blooming than her face!
The scent less fragrant than her breath!

The flowers she wore along the Day; And every Nymph and Shepherd said, That, in her hair, they looked more gay Than glowing in their native bed!

Undressed at Evening, when she found
Their odours lost, their colours past,
She changed her look; and on the ground,
Her garland and her eye she cast.

That eye dropped sense distinct and clear, As any Muse's tongue could speak; When from its lid, a pearly tear

Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek.

Dissembling what I knew too well,

'My Love! my life!' said I, 'explain This change of humour! Prithee, tell! That falling tear-what does it mean?'

She sighed! she smiled! and to the flowers
Pointing, the lovely Moralist said,
'See, friend! in some few fleeting hours,
See yonder, what a change is made!

'Ah! me! the blooming pride of May,
And that of Beauty, are but one!
At Morn both flourish bright and gay;
Both fade at Evening, pale, and gone!

'At Dawn, poor STELLA danced and sung;
The am'rous Youth around her bowed!
At Night, her fatal knell was rung;
I saw, and kissed, her in her shroud!

'Such as she is, who died To-day; Such I, alas! may be To-morrow! Go, DAMON! bid thy Muse display

The justice of thy CLOE's sorrow!'