And aid me to incurr a Debt,

I fo much long to pay.

VI.'

With Thirst of Gold let others led,
In fordid Wedlock joyn:

While I, the Girl I love to wed,
Would gladly part with mine.

To a Friend, in Imitation of one of Martial's Epigrams:

O walk a Mile a Friend to fee,

T°

Thou ask'ft if I difdain ;

I walk it oft, but fee not Thee,

And walk it back again.

To go a Mile to fee thee, know,

My Friend, I grudge not ought:
But then I grudge to travel two,

And That to see thee not.
G

On

On a Young Lady's playing on the Spinet.

W

HILE fair Zelinda's various ftrains

[confpire

To teach her joyful Audience to ad

[mire;

While from her ftrings fhe darts the fofteft found,

And sweetens all the floating Atoms round:
Our heaving Pulses feel her vocal Hand,
And all our Spirits flow at her Command;
From Senfe to Sense the winning Charmer ftrays
Controuls our Breasts, and on our Heart-ftring
[plays
Directs our Thoughts, bids all our Wills give wa
And rules the very Paffions we obey.

By Turns we fear, we hope, we fall, we rife,
The Vaffals of her Hand, as of her Eyes;
Now funk, now rais'd, now cherish'd, now diftre
Or fweetly wretched, or more fweetly bleft.

On the 6th and 8th Verfes of the 40th Chapter of Ifaiah, occafioned by the Death of a Young Lady.

All flesh is Grafs, and all the Goodlinefs thereof is as the Flower of the Field.

The Grafs withereth, the Flower fadeth; but the Word of our God fhall ftand for ever.

T

HE Morning Flow'rs difplay their fweets,

And, gay, their filken Leaves unfold;

As careless of the Noon-day Heats,

And fearless of the Evening Cold.

Nip'd by the Wind's unkindly Blast,
Parch'd by the Sun's directer Ray,

The Momentary Glories waste,

The fhort-liv'd Beauties die away.

III.

So blooms the Human Face Divine,

When Youth its Pride of Beauty shows:

Fairer than Spring the Colours fhine,

And sweeter than the Virgin Rose.

IV.

Or worn by flowly-rolling Years,

Or broke by Sickness in a Day; The fading Glory disappears,

The fhort-liv'd Beauties die away.

V.

Yet these, new rifing from the Tomb,
With Luftre brighter far fhall shine,
Revive with ever-during Bloom,

Safe from Diseases and Decline.

VI.

Let Sickness blaft, and Death devour,

If Heav'n must recompence our Pains: Perish the Grafs, and fade the Flow'r,

If firm the Word of God remains.

Part

Part of the 37th PSALM Paraphras'd.

IEW not, with Envy fretting in thy Breast,

The Impious Man, of Wealth and Pow'r Let no rash Thoughts perplex thy even Mind, When proud Oppreffors lord it o'er Mankind. Wait but the Evening of their fleeting Day, And all this boasted Pomp shall pass away. So to the sweeping Scythe at once must yield All the gay Verdure of the smiling Field; So the fhort Moments of the self-fame Hour Behold the blooming and the faded Flow'r,

Only do thou Religion's Rules purfue,
And keep thy Duty ever in thy View ;
Let all thy Life in this juft Tenor move,
And all Occafions to do Good improve.

Then with full Truft on God fecurely reft,
Affur'd that whatfoe'er befalls, is best.