TO MISS LUCY FORTESCUE. ONCE, by the Mufe alone infpir'd No ferious love my bofom fir'd; But Venus now, to punish me TO THE SAME; WITH HAMMON D'S ELEGIE S. A LL that of Love can be exprefs'd, In thefe foft numbers fee; But, Lucy, would you know the reft, It must be read in me. TO THE SAME. O him who in an hour muft die, Not more that trembling wretch would give, Than I to fhorten what remains Of that long hour which thee detains. Oh! come to my impatient arms, Oh! come, with all thy heavenly charms, At once to justify and pay The pain I feel from this delay. 10 TO THE SAME, I: eafe my troubled mind of anxious care, T Laft night the fecret casket I explor'd, Where all the letters of my abfent fair II. In every word a magic fpell I found Of power to charm each bufy thought to rest; Though every word increas'd the tender wound Of fond defire still throbbing in my breast. III. Sa. III. So to his hoarded gold the miser fteals,. Ah! fhould I lofe thee, my too lovely maid, V. Not one kind word fhall in my power remain,, And left my heart should still their sense retain, A PRAYER TO VENUS, IN HER TEMPLE AT STOWE. FA TO THE SAME. / I. AIR Venus, whose delightful shrine fürveys These humble offerings, which thy fervant pays, Fresh flowers, and myrtle wreaths, propitious take. II. If II. If lefs my love exceeds all other love, Than Lucy's charins all other charms excel, Far from my breast each soothing hope remove, And there let fad Despair for ever dwell. III. But if my foul is fill'd with her alone; No other wish, nor other object knows; IV. No watchful spies I ask, to guard her charms, TO THE SAM E. ON HER PLEADING WANT OF TIME. I. N Thames's bank, a gentle youth For Lucy figh'd, with matchlefs truth, The lovely maid his flame return'd, And would with equal warmth have burn'd, II. Oft II. Oft he repair'd with eager feet Beneath th' accuftom'd lime: She would have fondly met him there, III. "It was not thus, inconftant maid! IV. How can you a& fo cold a part? No crime of mine has chang'd your heart, We foon must part for months, for years- YOUR TO THE SAME. OUR fhape, your lips, your eyes, are ftill the Still the bright object of my conftant flame; Kind |