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SUPPLICATION FOR MISS CARTERET
IN THE SMALL-POX.
DUBLIN, JULY 31, 1725.
OWER o'er every power fupreme,
Thou the poet's hallow'd theme,
From thy mercy-feat on high,
To the blooming virgin face,
Like the breeze o'er fpringing grafs,
To the pious parents give
AUGUST 10, 1725.
ITTLE charm of placid mien,
Numbering years, a scanty Nine,
Stealing hearts without defign,
Young inveigler, fond in wiles,
Every bud of thought display,
Voice, and speech, and action, rising,
Is the filken web fo thin
As the texture of her skin?
Can the lily and the rofe
Such unfully'd hue difclofe?
Are the violets fo blue
As her veins expos'd to view?
Do the stars, in wintery sky,
Who e'er knew the like before thee?
They who knew the Nymph that bere thee.
From thy paftime and thy toys,
From thy harmless cares and joys,
Give me now a moment's time:
When thou shalt attain thy prime,
And thy bofom feel defire,
Love the likeness of thy fire,
‹ One ordain'd, through life, to prove Still thy glory, ftill thy love.
Like thy Sifter, and like thee,
Let thy nurtur'd daughters be:
Semblance of the fair who bore thee,
Trace the pattern fet before thee.
Where the Liffy meets the main,
"O'er the level glaffy tides,
While the fummer flowers are springing,
EPIGRAMS AND SHORT POEMS
ON A COMPANY OF BAD DANCERS TO GOOD MUSIC.
OW ill the motion with the mufic fuits!
So Orpheus fiddled, and fo danc'd the brutes.
E PIG R A M.
EORGE came to the crown without striking a blow:
In ANSWER to the QUESTION, What is THOUGHT?
HE hermit's folace in his cell,
The fire that warms the poet's brain,
The lover's heaven, or his hell,
The madman's fport, the wife man's pain.
TO MR. ADDISON ON CATO.
HE mind to virtue is by verfe fubdu'd,
And the true poet is a public good:
This Britain feels, while, by your lines infpir'd,
ON WIT AND WISDOM.
N fearch of wisdom far from wit I fly:
In whose bewitching arms our early time
And, wed to wisdom, lead a happy life.