Thus tafte the feast by nature spread, STELLA IN MOURNING. WHEN lately Stella's form display'd The beauties of the gay brocade, The nymphs who found their power decline, "Fate! fnatch away the bright disguise, Since Stella still extends her reign, Th' adoring youth and envious fair, The skies" That Stella mourn no more.” To NOT To STELLA. OT the foft fighs of vernal gales, Not all the gems on India's fhore, Yet nature's charms allure my eyes, VERSE S, Written at the Request of a Gentleman to whom a Lady had given a Sprig of Myrtle *. WHAT hopes what terrors does this gift create ? Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate. The myrtle (enfign of fupreme command, *Thefe verfes were firft printed in a Magazine for 1768, but were written between forty and fifty years ago. Elegant as they are, they were compofed in the short space of five minutes. Та A TO LADY FIRE BRACE*, AT BURY ASSIZES. T length muft Suffolk beauties fhine in vain, So long renown'd in B-n's deathless strain ? Thy charms at least, fair Firebrace, might infpire Some zealous bard to wake the fleeping lyre; For fuch thy beauteous mind and lovely face, To LY CE, an elderly LADY. YE nymphs whom ftarry rays invest, By flattering poets given, Who shine by lavish lovers drest, In all the pomp of heaven; Engrofs not all the beams on high, But as your fifter of the sky, Let Lyce share the praise. *This lady was Bridget, third daughter of Philip Bacon, Efq. of Ipswich, and relict of Philip Evers, Esq. of that town; she became the fecond wife of Sir Cordell Firebrace, the last Baronet of that name (to whom she brought a fortune of 25,000l.), July 26, 1737. Being again left a widow in 1759, he was a third time married, April 7, 1762, to William Campbell, Efq. uncle to the prefent Duke of Argyle, and died July 3, 1782. Her filver locks display the moon, Her brows a cloudy fhow, Strip'd rainbows round her eyes are seen, Her teeth the night with darkness dyes, But fome Zelinda, while I fing, And all the pens of Cupid's wing Yet spite of fair Zelinda's eye, ON THE DEATH OF MR. ROBERT LEVET, CONDE A Practifer in Phyfic. CONDEMN'D to Hope's delufive mine, By fudden blafts, or flow decline, Well |