Hayley. amen to the bans. 1 Lady Throckmorton. (1 truly divine) Some future day th' illustrious head Of Him who made thee mine. Should Daphne show a jealous frown, And envy seize the bay, Affirming none so fit to crown Such honoured brows as they. Thy cause with zeal we shall defend, And with convincing power; For why should not the virgin's friend Be crowned with virgin's bower? TO MY COUSIN, ANNE BODHAM, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A NET-WORK PURSE, My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, I danced and fondled on my knee, I thank thee for my purse. Gold pays the worth of all things here; TO MRS. UNWIN. MARY! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from heaven as some have feigned they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new But thou hast little need. There is a book There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine, And, since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine. TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ. Much to my own, though little to thy good, With thee (not subject to the jealous mood!) A partnership of literary ware! But I am bankrupt now; and doomed henceforth That he has furnished lights for other eyes, ON A SPANIEL, CALLED BEAU, KILLING A YOUNG BIRD. A SPANIEL, Beau, that fares like you, Each trifle that he sees. But you have killed a tiny bird, Nor did you kill that you might eat, For him, though chased with furious heat, Nor was he of the thievish sort, My dog! what remedy remains, Since, teach you all I can, I see you, after all my pains, BEAU'S REPLY. SIR, when I flew to seize the bird You cried-forbear-but in my breast Yet much as nature I respect, And when your linnet on a day, |