That, after fome inteftine Throws,

The Cafe a Cranny will disclose, Which will admit the chearful Ray, And bless the callow Young with Day. For when Dame Nature loudly knocks, The Tenant foon the Door unlocks. Here, Nymph, in decent Silence stand, And in the Draught admire the Hand; ! Admire, and in your Thoughts adore, But wife pretend to nothing more:

These are the Glories of the Mind

When Reason can't the Bottom find.
And if in this neglected Shell
Such Wonders human Grasp excel,
When Nature's potent Lord fhall call,
And Thunder wakes the dormant Ball,
What hinders to conceive the Urn

Your Duft to Beauty may return.

The

The Nurse, with true parental Care, Will screen 'em from the chilling Air, Now pick up, then remit the Meat, And teach her Infant-Charge to eat;

O Nymph, fhou'd you by Heav'n be led A fecond to the Bridal Bed,

And Pledges of a former Love
Beneath your Jurifdiction move;
Like this let your Affections yearn,
And in the Hen the Mother learn.

Thus fed and cherish'd, ere the Sun

Has half his annual Circle run,
The Birds will gayly ftrut in ftate,
And gobling for your Favours wait,
Their Train in pompous Arch difplay,
And rival Glories with the Day.
Extended Pinions sweep the Ground,

And waft a pleasing dreadful Sound,

While Paffion lively is exprest

In ruby Pendants o'er the Breast,

And Head inflam'd with scarlet Crest.

From each proud Step faint Thunder flows,
Each angry Look with Light'ning glows;
Their Colour, Majesty and Size

Peacocks will view with envious Eyes.

And when, alas! their streaming Life
With Purple stains the pointed Knife,
Of all the num'rous feather'd Kind
Which here their humble Manfion find,
Or with exalted Pinion foar,

Or skim the Flood with pliant Oar,
None entertain with nicer Meat,

Or yield a more substantial Treat.

O! wou'd my Stars in any State, Where-e'er my Lot, whate'er my Fate,

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Some

Some Turkies and a Mully grant,

And Ceres to fupply my Want;

And add to my expecting Arms

A Part'ner but with half your Charms,
That may with Elegance prepare,
And Relish give to wholesome Fare!
Content with this, I'd ask no more,
I never, never shou'd be poor.

In Friendship, Liberty, and Eafe
Strict Virtue fhou'd my Bliss increase,
While Providence in Nature's Dress
I trace, and for its Bounty blefs,

And fometimes, fporting with the Mufe,
Such inoffenfive Numbers use.

Thus fweetly fealing to the Grave,
I'd envy no fuccessful Knave,

Who, by fome vile Contrivance great,
To Plunder owes his gilded State.

To

T

TO AURELIA.

HE Spring, the pleasant Spring! is blown,
Let us leave the fmoky Town;

From the Mall, and from the Ring,

Ev'ry one has taken Wing;

Cloe, Strephon, Corydon,

All are fled, and all are gone.
What is left you worth your Stay?

Come, Aurelia, come away.

Come, Aurelia, come and fee

What a Seat I have for thee;

But the Seat you cannot see,

'Tis fo hid with Jeffamy,

With the Vine that o'er the Walls,
And in ev'ry Window crawls;