READ here the pangs of unsuccessful Love; Read then, and listen to the Muse's voice: Let this example sanctify your choice. When the fond youth his passion strives to prove, By Hammond's symptoms try the force of love: Mark well the speaking eye, th' impassion'd tear, The pulse quick-throbbing, and the sigh sincere. Then, then be banish'd every meaner guest, Nor avarice, nor ambition, fire your breast. Ye fairer Delias! choose the better part, ΤΟ A YOUNG LADY, ON HER PRESENTING THE AUTHOR WITH A LOCK OF HER HAIR. By the Same. THE Poets (fabling tribe!) aver, The wily Goddess then, 'tis said, All with an heavenly-temper'd braid Of net-work, circled him around, From the fierce God of War so tam'd, Thus say the Poets-who in fiction, Might I the genuine truth reveal, Whose was the dull, insensate breast, A convert to the force of love: Would you conceive who 'tis I mean- "The heavenly net-work, Venus' snare, TO A LADY MAKING A PIN-BASKET. BY SIR JAMES MARRIOT. WHILE objects of a parent's care With joy your fond attention share, Madam, accept th' auspicious strain; Nor rise your beauteous work in vain : Oft be your second race survey'd, And oft a new pin-basket made. When marriage was in all its glory (So poets, madam, tell the story,) Ere Plutus damp'd love's purer flame, Or Smithfield bargains had a name, In heav'n a blooming youth and bride At Hymen's altars were ally'd; When Cupid had his Psyche won, And, all her destin'd labors done, The cruel Fates their rage relented, And mamma Venus had consented. |