When fainting Nature call'd for aid, The pow'r of Art without the show. In Mis'ry's darkest caverns known, No fummons mock'd by chill delay, His virtues walk'd their narrow round, The bufy day, the peaceful night, His frame was firm, his powers were bright, Then with no throbbing fiery pain, ON A PINCUSHION. OF all the trinkets that the toilet grace, How could fhe fet her knots, or curl her hair, Now to her eye is nearest, now her breaft. Others may to the milliner repair, ON AURELIA SLEEPING. WRITTEN BY A YOUTH AT THE AGE OF FIFTEEN. I. SEE! where the bright Aurelia lies In yonder vi'let fmelling bow'r; II. Zephyrs play foft around her breast ;: III. Silence! ye feather'd, warb'ling throng!" IV. So may you never, never hear The gun dread-founding thro' the air, So may you never, never fear The cruel fchool-boy's limy fnare. THE GIRDLE OF VENUS. A FABLE FROM THE GREEK, FOR GROWN LADIES. WHEN Jupiter's high mettl'd dame She order'd her peacocks and car, And then flew to the Queen of the doves, Who liv'd from her palace not far, In the midst of the Graces and Loves. Dear Venus," thus flow'd her fmooth fpeech, "Prythee lend me your ceftus to-day, "To repair a small conjugal breach ; And be quick, for I foon muft away " I must " I must hafte to unite a good pair, Her fecret defign fhe conceal'd, (So fhould women act when they're married) For fhe knew if it once was reveal'd, It would foon round Olympus be carried. The blithe Goddefs not gueffing her drift, As his eagle, whirl'd off with her treasure. In this girdle was curioufly ftitch'd In this girdle, good-humour and ease, A perpetual endeavour to please, And a face with gay fmiles ever dress'd. Poffefs'd of fo rich a machine, She was eager its virtues to try, And then leaving the love-darting Queen, ΤΟ |