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There meet refreshment's friendly aid,'
And, when my debt of sleep is paid,
With no corroding cares opprest,
Find happiness is still my guest!

Universal Magazine.

FEMALE COURTSHIP.

Two or three looks when your swain wants a kiss,
Two or three no's when he bids you say yes;
Two or three smiles when you utter the no,
Two or three frowns if he offers to go;
Two or three speeches like "ah go away!"
Two or three times you must hold him to stay;
Two or three laughs when astray for small chat,
Two or three tears tho' you cann't tell for what;
Two or three letters when vows are begun,
Two or three quarrels before you have done;
Two or three meetings to walk here and there,
Two or three nights to the court house repair;
Two or three dances to make you jocose,
Two or three hours in a corner sit close;
Two or three starts when he bids you elope,
Two or three glances to intimate hope;
Two or three pauses before you are won,
Two or three faintings to let him press on.
Two or three sighs when you've wasted your tears,
Two or three hems when the chaplain appears;

Two or three squeezes, when the hand's giv'n away,
Two or three coughs when you come to obey;
Two or three courtesies when marriage is o'er,
Two or three honey's discovering your lover;
Two or three steps towards the bed-chamber run,
Two or three kisses tho' ask'd but for one.
Two or three lasses may have by these rhymes
Two or three husbands, tho' hard are the times.

Sporting Magazine.

SONNET.

O SACRED friendship! mild and gay,
Who to the regions of the blest
Hath soar'd; and left mankind a prey
To fraud, in thy resemblance drest.

Auspicious hear, and hither send
Thy sister truth, with radiant eyes,
To brand the false professing friend,
Detected in the fair disguise:

Or, come thyself, and reinspire
The purpose candid and humane:
Else peace and order will retire,
While horror and confusion reign.
Don Quixote.

RETIREMENT.

SHOOK from the ev'ning's fragrant wings
When dews impearl the grove,
And round the list'ning valley rings
The languid voice of love;
Laid on a daisy-sprinkled green,
Beside a plaintive stream,
A meek ey'd youth of serious mien
Indulg'd this solemn theme.

Ye cliffs, in savage grandeur pil'd
High o'er the dark ning vale!

Ye groves! along whose windings wild
Soft steals the murmuring gale;
Where oft lone melancholy strays,
By wilder'd fancy led,

What time the wan moon's yellow rays
Stream through the chequer'd shade.

To you, ye wastes, whose artless charms
Ne'er drew ambition's eye,
'Scap'd the tumultuous world's alarms,
To your retreats I fly.

Deep in your most sequester'd bower

Let me at last recline,

Where solitude, meek modest power,

Leans on her ivy'd shrine.

How shall I woo thee, matchless fair!
Thy envied smile how win!

Thy smile, that soothes the brow of care,
And stills each storm within!

O wilt thou to thy fav'rite grove
Thine ardent votary bring,

And bless his hours, and bid them move
Serene on silent wing?

There, while to thee glad nature pours
Her gently warbling song,

And zephyr from the waste of flow'rs
Wafts sweet perfumes along;

Let no rude sound invade from far,

No vagrant foot be nigh,

No ray

from grandeur's gilded car

Flash on my startled eye.

For me, no more the path invites

Ambition loves to tread;

No more I climb life's panting heights,
By guileful hope misled :

Leaps my fond fluttering heart no more
To joy's enliv'ning lays→→→→

Soon are the glittering moments o'er,

So each gay form decays.

Universal Magazine.

TO MELANCHOLY.

SPIRIT of love and sorrow, hail!
Thy solemn voice from far I hear,
Mingling with ev'nings dying gale!
Hail with this sadly pleasing tear :

O! at this still and lonely hour,

Thine own sweet hour of closing day, Awake thy lute, whose charming pow'r Shall call up fancy to obey :

To paint the wild romantic dream,

That meets the poet's musing eye,

As on the bank of shadowy stream
He breathes to her the fervid sigh.

O lonely spirit! let thy song

Lead me through all thy sacred haunt; The minster's moonlight aisles along,

Where spectres raise the midnight chaunt.

I hear their dirges faintly swell,

Then sink at once in silence drear, While from the pillar'd cloister's cell Dimly their gliding forms appear!

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