Yet, as she wastes, fhe grows difcreet, Till midnight never thews her head: So rotting Celia frolls the street, When fober folks are all abed. 85 When Mercury her treffes mows, To think of black-lead combs is vain : No painting can restore a nose, Nor will her teeth return again. Ye pow'rs who over love prefide! Since mortal beauties drop fo foon, If you would have us well fupply'd, Send us new nymphs with each new moon. 95 100 PETHOX THE GREAT. FR Written in the year 1723. ROM Venus born, thy beauty fhows; Nor can the skilful herald trace The founder of thy antient race: claim 5 10 And, as a proof, fhew num'rous scars Or whether, as the learn'd contend, Where numberléss thy vot ries croud : Whether thy great forefathers came From realms that bear Vesputio's name ; THY fair indulgent mother crown'd THE greatest lord, when you appear, In all the various colours feen Of red, and yellow, blue, and green. 15 20 25 ૩૦ 35 40 45 WITH half a word, when you require, The man of bus'nefs must retire. THE haughty minister of state And well thy fcholars are endu'd THE glitt'ring beau could hardly tell, WITH what delight, methinks, I trace In whom thy features, shape, and mien THE Britons, once a favage kind, 65 75 80 You fometimes half a face produce, How fam'd thy conduct in the fight 85 90 The victor, when your fteps he trac❜d, Found all the realms before him wafte: You, o'er the high triumphal arch 95 The LAMENTATION of GLUMDAL A PASTORAL. SOON as Glumdalclitch mifs'd her pleafing care, She wept, she blubber'd, and she tore her hair: No British Mifs fincerer grief has known, Her fquirrel miffing, or her fparrow flown.. In peals of thunder now she roars, and now Yet lovely in her forrow ftill appears : In vain fhe fearch'd each cranny of the house, "And fill'd the cruet with the acid tide, 15 "While pepper-water worms thy bait supply'd; 20 " Where twin'd the filver eel around thy hook, "And all the little monsters of the brook! "Sure in that lake he dropt; my Grilly's drown'd !”She dragged the cruet, but no Grildrig found. "VAIN is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy boaft; 25 "But little creatures enterprife the moft. "Trembling, I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw, Nay, mix with children, as they play'd at taw, "Nor fear the marbles, as they bounding flew; "Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you. “Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth? "Who from a page can ever learn the truth? "Vers'd in court tricks, that money-loving boy "To fome lord's daughter fold the living toy, "Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play, "As children tear the wings of flies away. "From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I'll roam, "And never will return, or bring thee home. But who hath eyes to trace the paffing wind? "How then thy fairy footsteps can I find? "Doft thou bewilder'd wander all alone "In the green thicket of a mossy stone: "Or, tumbled from the toadstool's flipp'ry round, "Perhaps all maim'd lie grov'ling on the ground? "Doft thou, imbofom d in the lovely rofe, "Or funk within the peach's down, repofe? 30 35 45 |