Thus loft to each worldly defire, And scorning all riches-all fame, I quietly hope to retire When time shall the fummons proclaim. I've nothing to weep for behind! Το part with my friends is the worst! Their numbers, I grant, are confin'd; CONTENTS. CA ARD from the Author to D. Garrick, Efq; The Contemplatist, a Night Piece The Thruth and Pye Palemon, a Paftoral The Hawthorn Bower The Ant and Caterpillar, a Fable Phillis, a Paftoral Ballad Pomona, a Paftoral May Eve, or Kate of Aberdeen Kitty Fell Thyrfis Clarinda Fanny of the Dale Song, fent to Chloe with a Rofe Stanzas on the Forwardnefs of Spring On the Approach of May The Violet The Narciffus The Miller, a Ballad A Landscape Melody Delia, a Paftoral Page 3 S II 18 20 22 23 25 27 29 31 32 34 35 36 37 39 41 42 43 44 49 50 The |