"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, "Now the grave old alarm the gentler young, 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; The billows rag'd, the pilot's art was vain; LEVITIES: OR, FLIRT AND PHIL: A DECISION FOR THE LADIES. A WIT, by learning well refin'd, Young sprightly Flirt, of blooming mien, Silvia had wit, had spirits too; Her wit, her youth, too, claim'd its share; Bat turn up-heads or tails. TO THE MEMORY OF AN AGREEABLE LADY, BURIED IN MARRIAGE TO A PERSON UNDESERVING HER. "Twas always held, and ever will By sage mankind, discreeter To' anticipate a lesser ill, Than undergo a greater. When mortals dread diseases, pain, Rather than lose his whole estate, Full gladly pays four parts in eight Our merchants Spain has near undone With numerous ills, in single life, And much the case is mended! Poor Gratia, in her twentieth year, Chose to attend a monkey here COLEMIRA. A CULINARY ECLOGUE. Nec tantum Veneris, quantum studiosa culinæ. Insensible of soft desire, Behold Colemira prove More partial to the kitchen fire NIGHT'S sable clouds had half the globe o'erspread, Pensive he lay, extended on the ground, To all his plaints the sleeping curs reply, 'Could I,' he cried,' express how bright a grace Ah! who can see, and seeing not admire, |