With jufter claim the builds at length Her empire on the sea, And well may boaft the waves her strength ADDRESSED TO MISS MACARTNEY,* ND dwells there in a female heart, To feel the most refined— Dwells there a wish in such a breast To finother in ignoble rest At once both blifs and woe! Far be the thought, and far the strain, Come, then, fair maid, (in nature wife) The glowing bofom fwell: * Afterwards Mrs. Greville: for the Ode fee Annual Register, vol. v. p. 202. In justice to the various powers you share, Of pleafing, which To form the better prayer. With lenient balm may Oberon hence To fairy land be driven, With every herb that blunts the sense Mankind received from heaven. "Oh! if my Sovereign Author please, Each tender tie of life defied Some Alpine mountain, wrapt in snow, In vain warm funs their influence shed, What though in fcaly armour dreff'd, The fhafts of woe--in fuch a breast 'Tis woven in the world's great plan, 'Tis nature bids, and whilft the laws Thus grief itself has comforts dear pure fource For when it ftreams from that Peace to the phlegm of fullen elves, Let no low thought fuggeft the prayer, Sweet Senfibility. Where'er the heavenly nymph is seen, A train, attendant on their queen, The jocund Loves in Hymen's band, And generous Friendship hand in hand, The gentler Virtues too are join'd The Arts come fmiling in the close, And lend celestial fire; The marble breathes, the canvass glows, "Still may my melting bofom cleave So Pity shall take Virtue's part, And fashioning my soften'd heart, Prepare it for the sky." This artless vow may Heaven receive, And fond maid, approve : you, So may your guiding angel give So Whate'er you wish or love. may the rofy-finger'd hours Lead on the various year, And every joy, which now is Extend a larger sphere. yours, And funs to come, as round they wheel, Your golden moments blefs With all a tender heart can feel, Or lively fancy guefs. 1762. That TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON, Rector of St. Mary Woolnoth. May 28, 1782. AYS the Pipe to the Snuffbox, I can't understand What the ladies and gentlemen fee in your face, you are in fashion all over the land, And I am so much fallen into disgrace. Do but fee what a pretty contemplative air I give to the company-pray do but note ’em— You would think that the wife men of Greece were all there, Or, at least, would suppose them the wise men of Gotham. My breath is as sweet as the breath of blown roses, While you are a nuisance where'er you appear; There is nothing but fnivelling and blowing of nofes, Such a noife as turns any man's ftomach to hear. |