Wafting in the sea of air, And the phantoms disappear, And of their revels leave no trace, All that struck my waking eyes: On the woods and thickets brown, And watch the vagrant clouds that fly On the smooth unruffled brook, There I fee th' inverted scene Fall, and meet the eye again. The ******* The MONKIES, a TALE. By the Same. WHOE'ER with curious eye has rang'd Through Ovid's tales, has feen How Jove, incens'd, to monkies chang'd A tribe of worthlefs men. Repentant foon th' offending race Intreat the injur'd pow'r, To give them back the human face, And reafon's aid reftore, Jove, footh'd at length, his ear inclin❜d, But t' other half he bade the wind Scarce had the thund'rer giv'n the nod With haughtier air the creatures ftrode, And ftretch'd their dwindled fize. I The The hair in curls luxuriant now Around their temples spread; The tail that whilom hung below, Now dangled from the head. The head remains unchang'd within, It ftill retains its native grin, Thus half transform'd and half the fame, Man with contempt the brute furvey'd, Nor would a name bestow; But woman lik'd the motley breed, An Q An EPITAPH. UÆ te fub tenerâ rapuerunt, Pæta, juventâ, O utinam me crudelia fata vocent; Ut linquam terras invifaque lumina folis, THE Thus TRANSLATED. HEE, Pæta, death's relentless hand Oh! had the fates for me ordain'd To share an equal doom; With joy this busy world I'd leave, To lay me in the peaceful grave, And be for ever thine : Do Do thou, if Lethe court thy lip, Still in thy foul his image keep, Who haftes to meet thee there. Safe o'er the dark and dreary fhore, Love with his lamp fhall run before, VERSES fent to Dean SWIFT on his Birth-day, with PINE'S HORACE finely bound. Written by Dr. J. SICAN. [HORACE fpeaking.] YOU'VE read, Sir, in poetic ftrain, YOU How Varus and the Mantuan swain And taste my old Campanian wine; " But |