There, whilst immortal hymns thou dost rehearse, Where grief and misery can be join'd with verse. D E. IN IMITATION OF HORACE'S ODE. "Quis multâ gracilis te puer in rosâ T Lib. I. Od. 5. O whom now, Pyrrha, art thou kind? Doft thou thy golden locks unbind, Thy hidden sweets discover, Ah, fimple youth! how oft will he Of thy chang'd.faith.complain! And his own fortunes find to be That still their colour changes with it too! How oft, alas! will he admire The blackness of the skies! Who ne'er, alas! before had been at sea !. : He I He' enjoys thy calmy sun-shine now, In the clear heaven of thy brow T' whom thou untry'd dost shine! But there's no danger now for me, IN IMITATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAM. Si tecum mihi, chare Martialis," &c. L.5. Ep. 21. F, dearest friend, it my good fate might be 'T' enjoy at once a quiet life and thee; But But books, and wife discourse, gardens and fields, M THE CHRONICLE. A BALLAD. ARGARITA first possest, If I remember well, my breast.. Margarita first of all; But when awhile the wanton maid With my restless heart had play'd, Martha took the flying ball.. Martha foon did it resign To the beauteous Catharine. Beauteous Beauteous Catharine gave place (Though loth and angry she to part With the possession of my heart) To Eliza's conquering face. Eliza till this hour might reign, Had the not evil counsels ta'en. And still new favourites she chose, Mary then, and gentle Anne, Both to reign at once began.; And fometimes Mary was the fair, Another Mary then arose, And did rigorous laws impose; A mighty tyrant she ! Long, alas! should I have been Under that iron-scepter'd queen, Had not Rebecca fet me free. When fair Rebecca set me free, 'Twas then a golden time with me: But foon thofe, pleasures fled; For the gracious princess dy'd, In her youth and beauty's pride, And Judith reigned in her stead. :: One One month, three days, and half an hour, But fo weak and small her wit, And fo Sufanna took her place. But when Isabella came, Arm'd with a resistless flame, Whilst she proudly march'd about, She beat out Susan by the bye. But in her place I then obey'd Black-ey'd Bess, her viceroy-maid To whom ensued a vacancy: Thousand worse passions then poffeft The interregnum of my breast; Bless me from such an anarchy ! Gentle Henrietta then, And a third Mary, next began; Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria; And then a pretty Thomasine, And then another Katharine, And then a long et cetera. But should I now to you relate, The strength and riches of their state; The powder, patches, and the pins, The ribbons, jewels, and the rings, The |