"* No christian mother bound thy infant head, "Some Turk begat thee, or fome Papist bred; "Or dropt on Cambrian hills, a squalid brat, "Some fhe-goat fuckled thee with favage teat. "Go to thy drab, whoe'er has won thy heart, "And may the pox devouring make thee fmart; "My vengeful ghost shall haunt thee o'er the plain, "Yes, thou fhalt fuffer, villain, for my pain. "But ah! my rage relents, my forrow flows; "Come COLIN! faithlefs fhepherd! eafe my woes. "Aud muft I in the fheet opprobrious ftand? 66 Thy plight is troth'd, ah! come and give thy hand: "My confcience ftarts, whene'er I hear a knell, "And is a little love deferving hell? "Too hard a penance for a fin fo flight! "Ah how my heart mifgives me every night! "When fleep has clos'd my forrow-streaming eyes, "Then ghaftly dreams, and hateful thoughts arife: Nec tibi diva parens, generis nec Dardanus au&tor, + I, fequere Italiam ventis, &c. Spero equidem mediis, fiquid pia numina, &c. § Omnibus umbra locis adero, dabis, improbe, pœnas. Æn. 4. "* All unaccompany'd methinks I go "O'er Irish bogs, a wilderness of woe! Ah! my wits turn! ftrange phantoms round me fly! "Lo! I am chang'd into a goofb'ry pye! "Forbear to eat me up, inhuman rabble! "Cocks crow, ducks quake, hens cackle, turkies gabble." Thus as the rav'd, her womb with rueful throes Did to the light a lufty babe disclose : Long while fhe doubted of the fmirking boy, Love prompted' her to fave, and Pride to drown, Semperque relinqui Sola fibi, femper longam incomitata videtur Eumenidum veluti demens videt agmina Pentheus, &c. Æn. 4. ON A LA D Y's PRESENTING A SPRIG OF MYRTLE то A GENTLEMAN. W BY MR. HAMMOND. 7HAT fears, what terrors does thy gift create! Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate! The myrtle, enfign of supreme command, (Confign'd by VENUS to MELISSA's hand) Not lefs capricious than a reigning fair, Oft favours, oft rejects the lover's care. In myrtle groves oft fings the happy fwain, In myrtle shades despairing ghosts complain; The myrtle crowns the happy lovers heads, Th' unhappy lovers graves the myrtle spreads; Oh! then the meaning of thy gift impart, And cure the throbbings of an anxious heart; Soon muft this bough, as you fhall fix his doom, Adorn PHILANDER's head, or grace his tomb. ΤΟ A YOUNG LADY WITH FONTENELLE'S PLURALÍTY OF WORLDS. 'N this fmall work all nature's wonders fee, In truth by easy steps you here advance, A In vain the glittering orbs, each starry night, |