CON MRS. ARABELLA FERMOR

LEAVING

LONDON.

ROM town fair Arabella flies:

FROM

The beaux unpowder'd grieve;

The rivers play before her eyes;
The breezes, foftly breathing, rife;
The Spring begins to live.

Her lovers fwore, they must expire:
Yet quickly find their ease;
For, as fhe goes, their flames retire,
Love thrives before a nearer fire,
Efteem by diftant rays.

Yet foon the fair-one will return,

When Summer quits the plain :
Ye rivers, pour the weeping urn;
Ye breezes, fadly fighing, mourn ;
Ye lovers, burn again.

'Tis conftancy enough in love

That Nature 's fairly fhewn :
To fearch for more, will fruitlefs prove
Romances, and the turtle dove,

The virtue boaft alone.

A RIDDLE.

UPON a bed of humble clay,

In all her garments loose,

A prostitute my mother lay,
To every comer's use.

Till one gallant, in heat of love,
His own peculiar made her;

And to a region far above,

And fofter beds, convey'd her.

But, in his abfence, to his place
His rougher rival came;
And, with a cold. conftrain'd embrace,
Begat me on the dame.

I then appear'd to public view

A creature wondrous bright;

But shortly perishable too,

Inconftant, nice, and light.

On feathers not together fast
I wildly flew about,

And from my father's country pafs'd
To find my mother out.

Where her gallant, of her beguil'd,

With me enamour'd grew, And I, that was my mother's child, Brought forth my mother too.

A Fairy Tale, in the ancient English Style,

The Vigil of Venus,

Battle of the Frogs and Mice,

To Mr. Pope,

14, 15 16-19

Part of the firft Canto of the Rape of the Lock

tranflated,

Health, an Eclogue,

2 I

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37

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6r

The Flies, an Eclogue,

An Elegy to an old Beauty,

63

On Queen Anne's Peace, Anno 1712,

To Dr. Swift, on his Birth-day,

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275

On Bishop Burnet's being fet on Fire in his Clofet, 278

Elyfium,

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284

On Mrs. Arabella Fermor leaving London, 287

A Riddle,

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