To the Hon. Mifs YORK E, ON HER MARRIAGE TO LORD ANSON. ICTORIOUS ANSON fee returns VICTOR From the subjected main ! With joy each British bosom burns, Fearless of FRANCE and SPAIN. Honours his grateful Sovereign's hand, Unenvy'd wealth her foes. But ftill, my fon, BRITANNIA cries, Thy deeds deserve a richer prize Twice wafted fafe from pole to pole Th' haft fail'd the globe around; Contains it ought can charm thy foul, Thy fondest wishes bound? Is there a treasure worth thy care Within th' incircling line? Say, and I'll weary Heav'n with pray'r Heav'n liften'd to BRITANNIA's voice, He chose the gods approv'd his choice, CHLOE TO STREPHON, ASON G. OO plain, dear youth, thefe tell-tale eyes My heart your own declare; But for Heav'n's fake let it fuffice You reign triumphant there. Forbear your utmoft pow'r to try, Nor farther urge your sway; Press not for what I must deny, For fear I fhould obey, I Could Could all your arts fuccessful prove, Whose greatest failing is her love, Say, would you use that very pow'r You from her fondness claim, To ruin, in one fatal hour, A life of fpotlefs fame? Ah! ceafe, my dear, to do an ill, Because perhaps you may; But rather try your utmost skill Be you yourself my virtue's guard, Defend, and not pursue ; Since 'tis a talk for me too hard To fight with love and you. A SONG. ASON G. EASE, SALLY, thy charms to expand, CE All thy arts and thy witchcraft forbear, Hide those eyes, hide that neck and that hand, And those sweet flowing treffes of hair. Oh! torture me not, for Love's fake, With the fmirk of those delicate lips, With that head's dear fignificant shake, And the tofs of the hoop and the hips. Oh! fight ftill more fatal! look there O'er her tucker' what murderers peep! So-now there's an end of my care, I shall never more eat, drink, or fleep. D'you fing too? ah mischievous thought! Touch me, touch me not there any more; Who the devil can 'fcape being caught But But why to advise fhou'd I try? What nature ordains we must prove; You no more can help charming, than I Can help being charm'd, and in love. W ASON G. WHEN first I fought fair CALIA's love, And ev'ry charm was new, I fwore by all the gods above To be for ever true. But long in vain did I adore, Long wept and figh❜d in vain, She ftill protested, vow'd, and fwore, At laft o'ercome the made me bleft, And yielded all her charms; And I forfook her, when poffeft, And fled to others' arms. But |