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IN IMITATION OF MARTIAL, LIB. VI. EP. 34., on LADY (ELIZABETH] ILCHESTER
[ ILCHESTER, HOW MANY KISSES HE WOULD HAVE?
Written at Redlynch [Park, Somerset], in August 1740.
DEAR BETTY! come, give me sweet kisses !
For sweeter no Girl ever gave!
Do you ask me, How many I'd have?
Then, prithee, dear BETTY! be kind !
To numbers I'll not be confined !
Count the bees that on Hybla are straying!
Count the flowers that enamel the fields !
Or the grains that each Sicily yields !
Go, reckon the sands on the shore !
I still shall be asking for more!
To a heart full of love, let me hold thee!
A heart that, dear BETTY! is thine !
And curl round thy neck like a vine!
My life on thy lips shall be spent!
Will always with few be content!
A SONG ON MISS HARRIET HANBURY,
ADDRESSED TO THE Rev. MR. BIRT.
Dear Doctor of St. Mary's,
I've seen such a Lass,
With a shape and face
Such wit, such bloom, and beauty,
With eyes that would make
The toughest heart ache,
At our Fair, t other day, she appeared, Sir!
And all of them said,
She was fit to have been made
They would ne'er have been tired with gazing! And so much her charms did please, Sir !
That all of them stayed
Till their ale grew dead,
How happy the Lord of the Manor
For all must agree,
Who my HARRIET shall see,
Then, pray make a Ballad about her!
Then don't be ashamed !
You can never be blamed; For a Prophet is often a Poet!
' But why don't you make one yourself, then ?' I suppose I, by you shall be told, Sir!
This beautiful piece,
Alas! is my niece;
But though, my dear friend, she 's no older; In her face, it may plainly be seen, Sir!
That this Angel at five
Will, if she 's alive,
At St. Osyth's, near the Mill,
There dwells a lovely Lass. O, had I her good will,
How sweetly life would pass!
No bold intruding care,
Our bliss should e'er annoy! Her looks can gild despair ;
And heighten every joy!
Like Nature's rural scene,
Her artless beauties charm! Like them, with joy serene
Our wishing hearts they warm!
Her wit, with sweetness crowned,
Steals ev'ry sense away! The list’ning Swains around
Forget the short'ning day!
Health, Freedom, Wealth, and Ease,
Without her tasteless are !
And makes them worth our care.
Is there, ye Powers! a bliss
Reserved for my share ? Indulgent, hear my wish;
And grant it all in her!
THE CHARACTER OF ALMENON.
OUT OF AN OLD MANUSCRIPT.
ALMENON had a sort of merit ! Some sense, good humour, wit, and spirit; But then, he had a strange weak side! He hated roguery and pride; Nor saw at Court, without a sneer, The mummeries he met with there.
To Senates, by his country sent,
Sincere and friendly, not punctilious;
No toping sot, nor noted rake;
Good books he prized from earliest youth ; And valued men for worth and truth.