The Cyprian queen with cruel joy Beholds her rival's charms o'erthrown, Nor doubts, like mortal Fair, t' employ From out the fpoils of ev'ry grace The goddess picks fome glorious prize, Transplants the roses from her face, And arms young CUPIDS from her eyes. Now DEATH (ah veil the mournful scene!) Had kinder FATE not stept between, And turn'd afide th' uplifted dart. What frenzy bids thy hand essay, He cries, to wound thy fureft friend, Whose beauties to thy realms each day Such num'rous crowds of victims fend? Are not her eyes, where-e'er they aim, Or who, that once has felt their flame, DEATH, DEATH, thus reprov'd, his hand restrains, The cruel beauty lives, and reigns, That thousands may adore, and die. WRITTEN IN MR. LOCKE's ESSAY ON HUMAN L UNDERSTANDING. ONG had the mind of man with curious art Search'd nature's wond'rous plan thro' ev'ry part, Meafur'd each tract of ocean, earth, and sky, So beauteous EVE a while in Eden ftray'd, She knew, when sporting on the verdant lawn, WRITTEN IN A LADY'S VOLUME OF TRAGEDIES. INCE thou, relentless maid, canft daily hear SINC Thy flave's complaints without one figh or tear, Why beats thy breast, or thy bright eyes o'erflow At these imaginary scenes of woe? Rather teach these to weep and that to heave, Confider how much more you owe to true. CUPID RELIEVED. AS S once young CUPID went aftray The little god I found; I took his bow and fhafts away, And faft his pinions bound. At CHLOE's feet my spoils I caft, She faw his godship fetter'd fast, But ah! that smile fuch fresh fupplies I'm forc'd again to yield my prize, THE THE WAY TO BE WISE. IMITATED FROM LA FONTA INÉ. OOR JENNY, am'rous, young, and gay, POOR Having by man been led aftray, To nunn'ry dark retir'd; There liv'd, and look'd fo like a maid, So feldom eat, so often pray'd, The lady ABBESS oft would cry, If any fifter trod awry, Or prov'd an idle flattern; See wife and pious Mrs. JANE, A life fo ftrict, fo grave a mien, A pert young flut at length replies, 'Tis that has made her fuch; And we, poor fouls, no doubt fhou'd be As pious, and as wife, as fhe, If we had seen as much. VOL. I. M LUSUS |