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« If through the garden's flowery tribes I stray,
Where bloom the jasmines that could once allure, · Hope not to find delight in us,' they say,
For we are spotless, Jessy ; we are pure.' « Ye flowers ! that well reproach a nymph so frail,
Say, could ye with my virgin fame compare ? The brightest bud that scents the vernal gale
Was not so fragrant, and was not so fair. 6 Now the grave old alarm the gentler young,
And all my fame's abhorr'd contagion flee; Trembles each lip, and falters every tongue,
That bids the morn propitious smile on me. “ Thus for your sake I shun each human eye,
I bid the sweets of blooming youth adien; To die I languish, but I dread to die,
Lest my sad fate should nourish pangs for you. “ Raise me from earth ; the pains of want remove;
And let me, silent, seek some friendly shore; There only, banish'd from the form I love,
My weeping virtue shall relapse no more. “ Be but my friend ; I ask no dearer name ;
Be such the meed of some more artful fair; Nor could it heal my peace or chase my shame,
That Pity gave what Love refus’d to share. “ Force not my tongue to ask its scanty bread,
Nor hurl thy Jessy to the vulgar crew; Not such the parent's board at which I fed !
Not such the precept from his lips I drew ! “ Haply, when age has silver'd o'er my hair,
Malice may learn to scorn so mean a spoil ; Envy may slight a face no longer fair,
And Pity welcome to my native soil.”
• She spoke-nor was I born of savage race;
Nor could these hands a niggard boon assign, Grateful she clasp'd me in a last embrace,
And vow'd to waste her life in prayers for mine. " I saw her foot the lofty bark ascend,
I saw her breast with every passion heave; I left her-torn from every earthly friend;
Oh! my hard bosom! which could bear to leave! • Brief let me be; the fåtal storm arose;
The billows rag'd, the pilot's art was vain; O'er the tall mast the circling surges close;
My Jessy--floats upon the watery plain! • And-see my youth's impetuous fires decay;
Seek not to stop Reflection's bitter tear; But warn the frolic, and instruct the gay,
From Jessy floating on her watery bier!
FLIRT AND PHIL:
A DECISION FOR TAE LADIES.
To Silvia made pretences ;
Her judgment or her senses.
Young sprightly Flirt, of blooming mien, Watch'd the best minutes to be seen,
Went—when his glass advis'd him ; While meagre Phil of books inquir’d, A wight for wit and parts admir'd,
And witty ladies priz'd him.
Silvia had wit, had spirits too;
Suspended held the scales :
Bat turn up-heads or tails.
TO THE MEMORY OF AN AGREEABLE
BURIED IN MARRIAGE
'Twas always held, and ever will
By sage mankind, discreeter
Than undergo a greater.
And languishing conditions ;
Of physic—and physicians ?
He that but little wise is,
To taxes and excisés.
For lost ships not requiting ;
The loss of blood-in fighting !
And much the case is mended !
Foreseeing future woe,
Before an ape below.
A CULINARY ECLOGUE.
Nec tantum Veneris, qnantum studiosa culinæ.
Insensible of soft desire,
Night's sable clouds had half the globe o'erspread,