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May Heaven around this destin'd head
The choicest of its curses Thed !
To sum up all the rage of fate
In the two things I dread and hate,
May'st thou be false, and I be great !
Thus, on his Celia's panting breaft,
Fond Celadon his soul exprest;
While with delight the lovely maid
Receiv'd the vows the thus repaid :

Hope of my agé, joy of my youth,
Blest miracle of love and truth;
All that could e'er be counted mine,
My love and life, long since are thine ;
A real joy I never knew,
Till I believ'd thy passion true :
A real grief I ne'er can find,
Till thou prov'st perjur'd, or unkind,
Contempt, and

poverty,

and care,
All we abhor, and all we fear,
Bleft with thy presence, I can bear,
Through waters and through flames I'll goy.
Sufferer and solace of thy woe:
Trace me some yet unheard-of way,
That I thy ardour may repay;
And make my conftant passion known
By more than woman yet has done.

Had I a wish that did not bear
The stamp and image of my dear;
I'd pierce my heart through every vein,
And die, to let it out again., .

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No: Venus shall my witness be
(If Venus ever lov'd like me),
That for one hour I would not quit
My shepherd's arms, and this retreat,
To be the Persian Monarch's bride,
Partner of all his power and pride ;
Or rule in regal ftate above,
Mother of Gods, and wife of Jove.

“ O happy these of human race !"
But soon, alas ! our pleafures pass.
He thank'd her on his bended knee;
Then drank a quart of milk and tea ;
And, leaving her ador’d embrace,
Hasten’d to court, to beg a place.
While she, his abfence to bemoan,
The very moment he was gone,
Call’d Thyrsis from beneath the bed!
Where all this time he had been hid,

M ORAL, WHILE men have these ambitious fancies ;

And wanton wenches read romances;
Our sex will-What? Out with it. Lye;
And theirs in equal strains reply.
The moral of the tale I fing
(A pofy for a wedding ring)
In this short verse will be confin'd;
Love is a jest, and vows are wind.

AN

ENGLISH PADLOCK.

MISS
TISS Danaë, when fair and

young,
(As Horace has divinely sung)
Could not be kept from Jove's embrace
By doors of steel, and walls of brass.
The reason of the thing is clear,
Would Jove the naked truth aver.
Cupid was with him of the party ;
And shew'd himself fincere and hearty :
For, give that whipster but his errand,
He takes my lord chief justice' warrant ;
Dauntless as death away he walks ;
Breaks the doors open, snaps the locks;
Searches the parlour, chamber, study;
Nor stops till he has culprit's body.

Since this has been authentic truth,
By age deliver'd down to youth ;
Tell us, mistaken husband, tell us,
Why so mysterious, why so jealous ?

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Does the restraint, the bolt, the bar,
Make us less curious, her lefs fair?
The fpy, whịch does this treasure keep,
Does the ne'er say her prayers, nor fleep?
Does the to no excess incline?
Does she fly music, mirth, and wine ?
Or have not gold and flattery power
To purchase one unguardesi hour?

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Your care does further yet extend :
That spy is guarded by your

friend.
But has this friend nor eye nor heart ?
May he not feel the cruel dart,
Which, foon or late, all mortals feel?
May he not, with too tender zeal,
Give the fair prisoner cause to see,
How much he wishes she were free ?
May he not craftily infer
The rules of friendship too fevere,
Which chain him to a ḥated trust;
Which make him wretched, to be just ?
And may not fhe, this darling lhe,

Youthful and healthy, Aeth and blood,
Easy with him, ill us’d by thee,

Allow this logic to be good ?

Sir, will your questions never end ?
I trust to neither spy nor friend.
In short, I keep her from the sight
Of every human face.-She'll write.
From

pen
and
paper

she's debarr'd.
Has lhe a bodkin and a card?
She'll prick her mind.—She will, you say :
But how shall she that mind convey?
I keep her in one room: I lock it :
The key (look here) is in this pocket.
The key-hole, is that left ? Molt ceriain,
She 'll thrust her letter through--Sir Martin.

Dear angry friend, what must be done?
Is there no way –There is but one.

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Send her abroad : and let her fee,
That all this mingled mass, which she,
Being forbidden, longs to know,
Is a dull farce, an empty show,
Powder, and pocket-glafs, and beau ;
A staple of romance and lies,
Falfe tears and real perjuries :
Where fighs and looks are bought and fold ;
And love is made but to be told :
Where the fat bawd and lavish heir
The spoils of ruin'd beauty share ;
And youth, feduc'd from friends and fame,
Must give up age to want and shame.
Let her behold the frantic fcene,
The women wretched, false the men :
And when, these certain ills to shun,
She would to thy embraces run;
Receive her with extended arms,
Seem more delighted with her charms;
Wait on her to the park and play,
Put on good-humour; make her gay;
Be to her virtues very kind;
Be to her faults a little blind;
Let all her ways be unconfin’d;
And clap your padlock-on her mind.

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