See there-amidst the crowds our view But those fo throng'd, and these fo few, Yet, through this cloud of human kind, The Pitts, the Yorks, the Seckers find, ODE TO JOHN PITT, Esq. On the fame fubject. 'ER curious models as you rove And great Palladio's plans improve O bid a ftructure o'er the floods From this high mountain rife, Th' afcending breeze, at each repaft, Give a new brightness to the taste, Or these low pleasures we may quit For banquets more refin`d, The luxury of the mind. Plato, Plato, or Boyle's, or Newton's page, Our towering thoughts shall raise, Or with amusive thoughts the Sea Where, like fworn foes, fucceffive all, Where, like our moderns fo profound, The skuttles caft their ink around To puzzle the difpute. Where fharks, like fhrewd directors, thrive, Like foldiers, fword-fish kill. Where on the less the greater feed, The tyrants of an hour, Till the huge royal whale fucceed, And all at once devour. Thus in the moral world we now Too truly understand, Each monfter of the fea below Is match'd by one at land. ON MRS. WALKER'S POEMS. Particularly that on the Author. BLUSH, Wilmot, blush; a female Muse, Without one guilty line, The tender theme of love pursues In fofter ftrains than thine. 'Tis thine the paffion to blafpheme, Then be to her the prize decreed, Since Phœbus quite forgetful grows, In his high wifdom, to impofe Since of your rights he takes no care, Ye Priors, Popes, and Gays; 'Tis hard!but let the women wear The breeches and the bays. VERSES ON A FLOWERED CARPET. Worked by the young Ladies at Kingston. WHEN Pallas faw the piece her pupils wrought, She ftood long wondering at the lovely draught: And scorn a mean dependence on the sky. Then go, fond Flora, go, the palm refign To work's more fair and durable than thine : VERSES ON A FLOWERED CARPET. N this fair ground, with ravish'd eyes, ON We fee a fecond Eden rise, As gay and glorious as the first, Before th' offending world was curst. While these bright nymphs the needle guide, Nature, like her, may blush to own Herself so far by art outdone. Thefe flowers fhe rais'd with all her care, So blooming, fo divinely fair! The glorious children of the fun, ΟΝ |