WINIFRED A.

I.

A

WAY! let nought to love displeasing,

My Winifreda, move your care;

Let nought delay the heavenly bleffing,

Nor fqueamish pride, nor gloomy fear.

II.

What tho' no grants of royal donors,

With pompous titles, grace our blood;

We'll shine in more fubftantial honours,

And, to be noble, we'll be good.

III.

Our name, while virtue thus we tender,

Will sweetly found where-e'er 'tis spoke ; And all the great ones, they fhall wonder,

How they respect fuch little folk.

H

WINIFRED A.

I.

INC procùl, hìnc abfit, quicquid perturbet amo

Sollicitet mentem nil, Winifreda, tuam ; [rem,

Nil, nil, quod poffis, tardet coeleftia dona;

Si quid faftus obeft, exue, five metus.

II.

Nulla licet noftrum ditârit gratia regum,

Nulla licet decorent nomina clara genus,

Nos tamen innocuos illuftrat gloria vera ;
Purâ luce micat, nam bonitate micat.

III.

Nomina, dum virtus nobis fit fola voluptas,

Læta per ora virûm fuavior aura feret;

Nos quoque laudabunt, humilis miracula vitæ,

Magnates, omnis nefcius, unde probat.

IV.

IV.

What though from fortune's lavish bounty

No mighty treasures we poffefs,

We'll find within our pittance plenty,

And be content without excess.

V.

Still fhall each returning season

Sufficient for our wishes give;

For we will live a life of reafon,

And that's the only life to live.

VI.

Thro' youth and age, in love excelling,
We'll hand in hand together tread;

Sweet-finiling peace fhall crown our dwelling,

And babes, fweet fimiling babes, our bed.

VII.

How fhould I love the pretty crcatures,

While round my knees they fondly clung;

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IV.

Quanquam non faveat nobis fortuna benigna,

Et parcâ dederit munera parva manu;

Anguftos intra fines viventibus adfit

Mens contenta domi, quod fatis, illa dabit.

Delicias referent tempora quæque novas ;

Nam vitæ femper ratio reget æqua tenorem.
Utque decet, ratio vivere fola docet.

VI.

Ut primis, fic dum virtus illuxerit annis

Supremis, placidâ pace petemus iter;

Nam menfæ confors, aderit concordia nobis,
Atque tori, foboles dulcia mille tuens.

VII.

Quàm penitùs, penitùs dilectos corde fovebo,

Dum parvo nifu crura paterna tenent,

Dum

To fee them look their mother's features,

To hear them lifp their mother's tongue.

VIII.

And when with envy time tranfported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys,

You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go a wooing in my boys.

THE BEGGAR's PETITION.

I.

Y the forrows of a poor

PITY

old man,

Whofe trembling limbs have borne him to your

Whofe days are dwindled to the shorteft fpan; [door,

Oh! give relief, and heav'n will bless

your

ftore.

II.

Thefe tatter'd cloaths my poverty bespeak,

Thefe hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years;

And