The rose, of course, turns pale, too; What! you become a nun, my dear,- If you become a nun, dear, Will chaunt "We trust in thee." The incense will go sighing; The candles fall a dying : The water turn to wine. What! you go take the vows, my dear,You may-but they'll be mine. TO MARILLA, On her forbidding her Lover to see her again. You bid me not see you again, How cruel a mandate is this! Oh! why loves that heart to give pain, Which nature has form'd to give bliss. Yet, send me not, lady, away, For your sentence I could not survive ; You smile, and that smile bids me stay, You blush, and that blush bids me live. TO A YOUNG LADY WITH A ROSE BUD. BY THEOPHILUS SWIFT. Sweet bud! to Myra's bosom go, Sweet earnest of the blooming year, Best emblem of the maid I love, To Myra's bosom haste, and prove ON THE UNTIMELY FATE OF A FLY, Who lost its Life in the Eye of a beautiful Lady. Ah! hapless insect! sportive fly! And, limb from limb, thyself art torn. Nought now avails thy changeful hues, As in the sunbeam glanc'd thy wing; No more thou❜lt quaff the morning dews, And revel on the flowers of spring. Thou'st met thy fate from Mary's eye,— GALLANTRY OF DR. YOUNG. One day, as Dr. Young was walking in his garden at Welwyn, in company with two ladies, (one of whom he afterwards married,) the servant came to acquaint him, a gentleman wished to speak with him. "Tell him," said the Doctor, "I am too happily engaged, to change my situation!" The ladies insisted upon it, that he should go, as his visitor was a man of rank, his patron, and his friend; and, as persuasion had no effect, one took him by the right arm, the other by the left; and led him to the garden gate; when, finding resistance vain, he bowed, laid his hand upon his heart, and, in an expressive manner, spoke (impromptu) the following lines : "Thus Adam looked, when from the garden driv'n, And thus disputed orders sent from heav'n : Like him I go, but yet to go am loth, Like him I go, for Angels drove us both; Hard was his fate, but mine's still more unkind ;- |