That give my heart the constant sigh !

Ah ! wherefore let thy Poet pine.
Who canst with ease his wants supply ?

Oh, haste, thy charity display ;

With littU IM! contented be ;
The kisses which thou throw'st away

Upon thy dog, will do for nie.
TO CHLOE, (2.)

Ah ! tell me not that I grow old.
That love but ill becomes my tongue ;

Chloe, by me, thou ne'er wert told.
Sweet damsel! that tliou wert ^po^tin^.
BEAUTIES OF PIKDAR. f^S

TOCHLOE, (3.)

Chloe, no more must we be billing-
There goes my last^ my poor last shilling :

Vile Fortune bid»us part !
Yet, Chloe) this my bosom charms.
That, when thou'rt in another's arms,

I still possess thy heart.
Fortune's a wbimsical old Dame,
And possibly may blush with shame

At this her freak with me:
But should she smile again, and offer.
Well fill'd with gold, an ample coffer,

I'll send the key to Thee.
TO DELIA.
While poets pour their hap(>iest lays.
And call thee ev'ry thing divine ;
Kot quite so lavish in thy praise.
To censure be the province mine*

Though born with talents to sufrprise.
Thou seldom dost those pow^-s display :

Thus seem they trifling in thine eyes 1
Thus heaven's best gifts are thrown away !

Though rich in charms, thou know*st it not ;

Such is thine ignorance profound :
And then such cruelty thy lot.
Thy sweetest smile inflicts a ivoUnd,

TO LADYE. ON THE DEATH OF HER PIO CUPID.
O dry that tear, so round and big;

Nor waste in sighs your preciou&wind !
Death only tastes a single Pig —

Your Lord and Son are still behind.
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^fiK BfiAUTIES OF PINDAR.
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TO MISS H. OF BATI^.
