From the towering eagle's plume The generous hearts accept their doom: The shafts are fpeckled by the hen. The and parrots pyes deck the darts, When prattling wins the panting hearts; And shakes and shuffles through the skies. By which the links you mind to mind, And strike from both, through both your hearts. ANACRE G ". ANACREONTIC. AY Bacchus, liking Eftcourt's wine And for the guests that were to dine, The God near Cupid drew his chair, The more to please the sprightly God, Then Cupid nam'd at every glass A lady of the sky; While Bacchus fwore he'd drink the lafs Fat Comus toft his brimmers.o'er, And always got the most; Jocus took care to fill him more, Whene'er he mifs'd the toast. They call'd, and drank at every touch; He fill'd and drank again; And if the Gods can take too much, 'Tis faid, they did fo then. C 2 A celebrated comedian and tavern-keeper. Gay Gay Bacchus little Cupid ftung, By reckoning his deceits; And Cupid mock'd his ftammering tongue, And Jocus droll'd on Comus' ways, And tales without a jeft; While Comus call'd his witty plays Such talk foon fet them all at odds I'd fing ye, how they drank like Gods, To part the fray, the Graces fly, Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up, Jocus took Comus' rofy crown, And thrice, in mirth, he push'd him down, Then Cupid fought the myrtle grove, And Venus clofe embracing Love, They join'd to rail at wine. And And Comus loudly curfing wit, Bacchus and Jocus ftill behind, But part in time, whoever hear A FAIRY TALE. IN THE ANCIENT ENGLISH STILE. IN Britain's ifle, and Arthur's days, When midnight Fairies daunc'd the maze, Liv'd Edwin of the Green; Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth, Endow'd with courage, fenfe, and truth, His mountain back mote well be faid, To measure height against his head, Yet, fpite of all that Nature did To make his uncouth form forbid, This creature dar'd to love. He felt the charms of Edith's eyes, But one Sir Topaz dress'd with art, Edwin, if right I read my fong, "T was near an old enchanted court,. His heart was drear, his hope was crofs'd, 'Twas late, 't was far, the path was loft That reach'd the neighbour-town;. But fcant he lays him on the floor, And, trembling, rocks the ground: Now founding tongues affail his ear, And now the founds increase: And |