For each gay Trifle with her Love o'erpaid, Bleft, tho' forgotten, in the fecret Shade.

• Vain Wish! to Colin is that Blifs decreed→→→→ Distracting Thoughts distracting Thoughts fucceed

May fwift Deftruction feize the hated Pair, • Or, worse than fwift Deftruction, my Despair! "No-may the fruitlefs Curse leave Phillis free, "But doubled, Colin! be fulfill'd in thee.' High on the neighb'ring Mountain's airy Head,

His browzing Goats as happy Colin fed; Pronounc'd with hafty Rage,he heard his Name, And near the Brow with ftill Attention came; Too near, the treach'rous Brink gives Way,

and lo!

He fhrieks, and plunges in the Brook below ; The founding Waters, whitening as they rofe, Now with fubfiding Murmurs round him close.

Damon, alarm'd, his falling Rival knew, And, fwift as Light'ning, to his Aid he flew ; Prevailing Virtue triumph'd in his Breast, And Pity, Love, and Enmity supprest: He saw him gafp, emerging from the Brook, And reach'd, with gen'rous Hafte, his faving Crook,

Caught by the drowning Wretch with both his Hands,

And grateful, trembling, on the Bank he stands.

Short

Short Recollection ferv'd him thus to show How much a Friend he rofe, who fell a Foe: "Born to fubdue me, and fubdu'd to fave, "Thine from this Moment is the Life you gave; "Here, by the Gods who sent thee to my Aid, "I swear, no more to fee thy fav'rite Maid, "By partial Favour, not by Merit mine, “To thee, more worthy, Phillis, I refign: "Go, and my Falfhood to thy Mistress plead, "Go, and may Heav'n and Love thy Suit fuc❝ceed."

Thus foon with ardent Looks, with honeft

Pride,

And just Disdain, the kindling Swain reply'd : • What Damon's faithful Love effay'd in vain, • He scorns by Colin's broken Vows to gain;

Be thine the Maid, fince Fate ordains it fo, • And Time and Absence shall allay my Woe; Friends, from this Hour, for ever let us live, • My Friendship's Pledge, this fpotless Ewe I • I give ;'

"And I, yon Kid than falling Snow more "white,"

Glad Colin cry'd, and mutual Faith they plight. Thus bufied, Phillis, unperceiv'd, drew near, Foredoom'd, her Love now twice renounc'd, to hear;

"Take, Damon, thus the blushing Maid begins, "The Hand, the Heart, thy gen'rous Virtue ❝ wins;

<< Not

"Not Colin's broken Vows, but Damon's Truth, "Now blends my Fate with thine, deferving "Youth!

"To try thee, O ! forgive, if try'd too far, "Was all I meant, whate'er my Actions were.' Her Hand, with fudden Rapture, Damon prest, The joyful Pair consenting Colin blest; To Damon's Cot they take the flow'ry Way, With guiltless Mirth to crown the happy Day.

The DISAPPOINTED MILKMAID.

Hi

A TAL E.

OW poorly your Projectors fare,
That build their Caftles in the Air!
Still tow'ring on from Scheme to Scheme,
They top Olympus in a Dream :
But waking, find (Nineteen i' th' Score)
Themselves far lower than before.
Of these the Inftances are many,
And this will ferve as well as any.
It happen'd on a Summer's Day,
A Country Lafs as fresh as May,
Deck'd in a wholesome Ruffet Gown,
Was going to next Market Town.
So blithe her Looks, so fimply clean,
You'd take her for a May-day Queen;

Save, 'ftead of Garland (says my Tale)
Her Head bore Brindy's loaded Pail.
As on her Way fhe pass'd along,
She hum'd the Fragments of a Song.
She did not hum for want of Thought,
Quite pleas'd with what to Sale fhe brought;
And reckon'd by her own Account,

When all was fold, the whole Amount.
Thus fhe In Time, this little Ware
May turn to great Account with Care.
My Milk being fold for so and so,
I'll buy fome Eggs as Markets go,
And set them-At the Time I fix
Thefe Eggs will bring as many Chicks;
I'll spare no Pains to feed 'em well,
They'll bring vaft Profit when they fell:
With this I'll buy a little Pig,
And when 'tis grown up fat and big,
I'll fell it, whether Boar or Sow,
And with the Money buy a Cow.
This Cow will furely have a Calf,
And there the Profit's Half in Half :
Befides there's Butter, Milk, and Cheese,
To keep the Market when I please.
All which I'll fell, and buy a Farm,
Then fhall of Sweethearts have a Swarm.
O! then for Ribbands, Gloves, and Rings,
Ay, more than twenty pretty Things:
One brings me this, another that,

And I fhall have

the Lord knows what!

Fir'd with the Thoughts, the frantic Lass,
Of what was thus to come to pass,
Her Heart beat ftrong, fhe gave a Bound,
And down came Milkpail on the Ground.
Eggs, Fowl, Pig, Hog (ah! well-o'-day !)
Cow, Calf, and Farm,- all fwam away.

HESIOD; or the RISE of WOMAN.

A TAL E.

By Mr. PARNELL.

WHA

'HAT antient Times (thofe Times we
fancy wife)

Have left on long Record of Woman's Rife,
What Morals teach it, and what Fables hide,
What Author wrote it, how that Author dy'd,
All these I fing. In Greece they fram❜d the Tale
(InGreece'twas thought aWoman might be frail.)
Ye modern Beauties! where the Poet drew
His fofteft Pencil, think he dreamt of you;
And warn'd by him, ye wanton Pens, beware
How Heav'n's concern'd to vindicate the Fair.
The Cafe was Heftad's; he the Fable writ;
Some think with Meaning, fome with idle Wit:
Perhaps 'tis either, as the Ladies please;
I wave the Conteft, and commence the Lays.