So furely want extinguishes the flame, And the who call'd thee once her pretty one, And her Adonis, now inquires thy name.

Where waft thou born, Soficrates, and where In what strange country can thy parents live, Who seem'ft, by thy complaints, not yet aware That want's a crime no woman can forgive?

ON THE GRASSHOPPER.

APPY fongfter, perch'd above,
On the fummit of the grove,
Whom a dewdrop cheers to fing

With the freedom of a king.
From thy perch furvey the fields
Where prolific nature yields
Nought that, willingly as the,
Man furrenders not to thee.
For hoftility or hate

None thy pleasures can create.
Thee it fatisfies to fing
Sweetly the return of spring,

Herald of the genial hours,
Harming neither herbs nor flowers.
Therefore man thy voice attends
Gladly-thou and he are friends;
Nor thy never ceafing strains
Phœbus or the Muse disdains
As too fimple or too long,
For themselves inspire the song.
Earth-born, bloodlefs, undecaying,
Ever finging, fporting, playing,
What has nature else to show
Godlike in its kind as thou?

ON HERMOCRATIA.

ERMOCRATIA named-save only

one,

"Twice fifteen births I bore, and buried

none;

For neither Phœbus pierced my thriving joys,
Nor Dian,-she my girls, or he my boys.
But Dian rather, when my daughters lay
In parturition, chased their pangs away.
And all my fons, by Phœbus' bounty, shared
A vigorous youth, by sickness unimpair'd.
O Niobe! far less prolific! fee

Thy boast against Latona fhamed by me!

FROM MENANDER.

OND youth! who dream'st that hoarded
gold

Is needful, not alone to pay
For all thy various items fold,
To serve the wants of every day;

Bread, vinegar, and oil, and meat,
For favoury viands season'd high;
But fomewhat more important yet-
I tell thee what it cannot buy.

No treasure, hadft thou more amaff'd
Than fame to Tantalus affign'd,
Would fave thee from a tomb at laft,
But thou must leave it all behind.

I give thee, therefore, counsel wife;
Confide not vainly in thy ftore,
However large-much less despise
Others comparatively poor;

But in thy more exalted state

A just and equal temper show, That all who see thee rich and great May deem thee worthy to be fo.

ON PALLAS BATHING, FROM A HYMN

OF CALLIMACHUS.

OR oils of balmy fcent produce,
Nor mirror for Minerva's use,

Ye nymphs who lave her; fhe, array'd

In genuine beauty, fcorns their aid.

Not even when they left the fkies

To feek on Ida's head the prize
From Paris' hand, did Juno deign,
Or Pallas in the crystal plain

Of Simois' ftream her locks to trace,
Or in the mirror's polish'd face,
Though Venus oft with anxious care
Adjusted twice a single hair.

TO DEMOSTHENES.

T flatters and deceives thy view,
This mirror of ill-polish'd ore;
For were it juft, and told thee true,

Thou wouldst confult it never more.

ON A SIMILAR CHARACTER.

OU give your cheeks a rofy ftain,
With washes dye your hair;
But paint and washes both are vain
To give a youthful air.

Those wrinkles mock your daily toil,
No labour will efface 'em,

You wear a mask of smootheft oil,
Yet ftill with ease we trace 'em.

An art fo fruitlefs then forfake,
Which though you much excel in,
You never can contrive to make
Old Hecuba young Helen.

ON AN UGLY FELLOW.

EWARE, my friend! of crystal brook, Or fountain, left that hideous hook, Thy nofe, thou chance to fee; Narciffus' fate would then be thine, And self-detefted thou wouldst pine, As felf-enamour'd he.