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The traveller a miry country fees,
And journies fad beneath the dropping trees.
Thro' fragrant bow'rs, and through delicious meads;
March 9, 1709.
On the Friendship betwixt SACHARISSA and
By Mr. WALLER.
ELL me, lovely loving pair!
Why fo careless of our care,
By this cunning change of hearts,
Can arrive at neither foul.
For in vain to either breaft
Still beguiled Love does come :
Where he finds a foreign gueft;
Debtors thus with like defign,
When they never mean to pay, That they may the law decline, To fome friend make all away.
Not the filver doves that fly,
Yok'd in Cytherea's car;
Not the wings that lift so high;
And convey her son so far;
Are fo lovely, fweet, and fair,
Or do more ennoble love;
On a GIRDLE.
By the fame.
HAT which her flender waist confin'd, Shall now my joyful temples bind: No monarch but would give his crown, His arms might do what this has done.
It was my heav'n's extremeft sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!
A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair: Give me but what this ribbon bound,
Take all the reft the fun
By Mr. COLLINS.
E CLOGUE I.
SELIM; OR, THE SHEPHERD'S MORAL.
SCENE, A VALLEY NEAR BAGDAT.
TIME, THE MORNING.
E Perfian maids, attend your poet's lays,
And hear how shepherds pass their golden days. Not all are bleft, whom fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; 'Tis virtue makes the blifs, where'er we dwell. Thus Selim fung, by facred truth infpir'd; Nor praise, but such as truth bestow'd, defir'd: Wife in himself, his meaning fongs convey'd Informing morals to the fhepherd maid; Or taught the fwains that surest bliss to find, What groves nor ftreams beftow, a virtuous mind. When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,
The radiant morn refum'd her orient pride,
Breathe on each flower, and bear their fweets away;
By Tigris' wandering waves he fat, and fung
Ye Perfian dames, he faid, to you belong,
'Well may they please, the morals of my song :
Boaft but the worth Baffora's pearls display; Drawn from the deep we own their furface bright, But, dark within, they drink no luftrous light: Such are the maids, and fuch the charms they boast, By fenfe unaided, or to virtue loft.
Self-flattering fex! your hearts believe in vain
As fpots on ermin beautify the skin :
The lov'd perfections of a female mind!
Bleft were the days, when Wisdom held her reign, And shepherds fought her on the filent plain;