There, whilst immortal hymns thou dost rehearse,
Thou doft with holy pity fee

Our dull and earthly poefy;

Where grief and mifery can be join'd with verse.

To whom now, Pyrrha, art thou kind ?

To what heart-ravish'd lover

Doft thou thy golden locks unbind,

Thy hidden fweets discover,

fet

And with large bounty open
All the bright ftores of thy rich cabinet

Ah, fimple youth! how oft will he

Of thy chang'd faith complain!

And his own fortunes find to be
So airy and fo vain,

Of fo camelcon-like an hue,
That still their colour changes with it too!

How oft, alas! will he admire

The blacknefs of the fkies!

Trembling to hear the winds found higher
And fee the billows rife !

Poor unexperienc'd he,

Who ne'er, alas! before had been at fea!

He

He' enjoys thy calmy fun-fhine now,

And no breath stirring hears;

In the clear heaven of thy brow
No fmalleft cloud appears.

He fees thee gentle, fair, and gay,
And trufts the faithless April of thy May.
Unhappy, thrice unhappy, he,

T'whom thou untry'd dost shine !
But there's no danger now for me,
Since o'er Loretto's fhrine,

In witness of the fhipwreck paft,

My confecrated vessel hangs at last.

IN IMITATION OF

MARTIAL'S

EPIGRA M.

Si tecum mihi, chare Martialis," &c. L.5. Ep. 25,

F, dearest friend, it my good fate might be

'T' enjoy at once a quiet life and thee;

If we for happiness could leisure find,

And wandering time into a method bind;
We should not fure the great-men's favour need,
Nor on long hopes, the court's thin diet, feed;
We should not patience find daily to hear
The calumnies and flatteries spoken there;
We should not the lords' tables humbly use,
Or talk in ladies' chambers love and news;

But

But books, and wife discourse, gardens and fields,
And all the joys that unmixt Nature yields;
Thick fummer fhades, where winter ftill does lie,
Bright winter fires, that fummer's part fupply;
Sleep, not control'd by cares, confin'd to night,
Or bound in any rule but appetite;

Free, but not favage or ungracious mirth,
Rich wines, to give it quick and easy birth;
A few companions, which ourselves fhould chufe,
A gentle mistress, and a gentler Muse.

Such, dearest friend! fuch, without doubt, should be
Our place, our business, and our company..
Now to himself, alas! does neither live,
But fees good funs, of which we are to give
A ftrict account, fet and march thick away:
Knows a man how to live, and does he stay?

THE CHRONICLE

A BALLAD.

ARGARITA first poffeft,

M 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 refign

To the beauteous Catharine,

Beauteous

Beauteous Catharine gave place
(Though loth and angry the to part
With the poffeffion of my heart)
To Eliza's conquering face.

Eliza till this hour might reign,

Till

Had the not evil counfels ta'en.
Fundamental laws she broke,

And still new favourites fhe chofe,
up in arms my passions rose,
And caft away her yoke.

Mary then, and gentle Anne,

Both to reign at once began;

Alternately they sway'd;

And fometimes Mary was the fair,

And fometimes Anne the crown did wear,
And fometimes both I' obey'd.

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 fet 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 ftead.

One

'One month, three days, and half an hour,
Judith held the fovereign power:
Wondrous beautiful her face!

But fo weak and small her wit,
That the to govern was unfit,

And fo Sufanna took her place.

But when Ifabella came,

Arm'd with a refiftless flame,
And th' artillery of her eye;

Whilft the proudly march'd about,
Greater conquefts to find out,

She beat out Sufan by the bye.

But in her place I then obey'd

Black-ey'd Befs, her viceroy-maid
To whom enfued a vacancy :

Thousand worfe paffions then possest
The interregnum of my breast;

Blefs me from fuch an anarchy !

Gentle Henrietta then,

And a third Mary, next began;
Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria;

And then a pretty Thomafine,

And then another Katharine,

And then a long et cætera.

But fhould 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