Criticks I read on other men, And hypers upon them again; From whose remarks I give opinion Squire Shephard's healthWith all my heart. I fool away an idle life: Till Shadwell from the town retires And wreaths round William's glorious head. To the COUNTESS of DORSET. Written in her Milton. By Mr. BRADBURY. SEE EE here how bright the first-born virgin fhone, And how the firft fond lover was undone. Such charming words, our beauteous mother spoke, As Milton wrote, and fuch as yours her look. Yours Yours, the best copy of th' original face, To the Lady DURSLEY. On the fame Subject. H ERE reading how fond Adam was betray'd, And how by fin Eve's blafted charms decay'd; You, happy faint, the ferpent's power controul: With virtue strong as yours had Eve been arm'd, To my Lord BUCKHURST, very young, TH HE amorous youth, whofe tender breast Obtain'd of Venus his defire, Howe'er irregular his fire: Nature The cat became a blushing maid; And, on the happy change, the boy Take care, O beauteous child, take care, The queen of love, who foon will fee Her own Adonis live in thee, Will lightly her first loss deplore ; Her eyes with tears no more will flow; She deep will mark her new difgrace. WHILE from our looks, fair nymph, you guess The fecret paffions of our mind; My heavy eyes, you fay, confefs, A heart to love and grief inclin'd. There needs, alas! but little art, To have this fatal fecret found; With the fame ease you threw the dart, 'Tis certain you may fhew the wound.. III. How III. How can I fee you, and not love, While you as opening east are fair? The wretch in double fetters bound A SON G. IN vain you tell your parting lover, You with fair winds may waft him over. Alas! what winds can happy prove, Alas! what dangers on the main Be gentle, and in pity choose } The The DESPAIRING SHEPHERD. A1 LEXIS fhunn'd his fellow-fwains, Their rural fports, and jocund ftrains : (Heaven guard us all from Cupid's bow!) He loft his crook, he left his flocks; And, wandering through the lonely rocks, He nourish'd endless woe. The nymphs and fhepherds round him came = His grief fome pity, others blame; The fatal caufe all kindly feek: He mingled his concern with theirs ; He gave them back their friendly tears; He figh'd, but would not fpeak. Clorinda came among the rest; She fear'd too much to know. The fhepherd rais'd his mournful head; While the cruel truth reveal? Which nothing from my breast should tear But that you bid me tell. |