PHIL LIS: A PASTORAL BALL A D. I. Said, on the banks by the stream, And PHILLIS loves paftoral verse, II. The rofe, tho' a beautiful red, Looks faded to PHILLIS's bloom; The Author intends the character of PAN for the late Mr. SHENSTONE, who favoured him with a letter or two, advifing him to proceed in the Pastoral manner. A lilly III. A lilly I pluck'd in full pride, Its freshness with her's to compare; IV. While thus I went on in her praife, My PHILLIS pafs'd sportive along: poets, I covet no bays, Ye She fmil'd,- -a reward for my fong! I find the God PAN's in the right, No fame's like the fair ones' applause! And CUPID muft crown with delight The fhepherd that fings in his cause. POMONA: PO Mo NA: A PASTORA L. ON THE CYDER BILL BEING PASSED. I. ROM orchards of ample extent, II. "To flourish where Liberty reigns, III. . Of late you have number'd my trees, 66 IV. . My flight will be fatal to May: "For how can her gardens be fine : The bloffoms are doom'd to decay, "(The bloffoms, I mean, that were mine.) "Rich Autumn remembers me well: My fruitage was fair to behold! My pears-how I ripen'd their fwell! "My pippins!-were pippins of gold! VI. "Let Ceres drudge on with her ploughs! VII. "When Bacchus began to repine, VIII. "I know the proud drunkard denies "That trees of my culture fhould grow: "But let not the traitor advise; "He comes from the climes of your foe. IX. "Alas! in your filence I read "The fentence I'm doom'd to deplore: ""Tis plain the great PAN has decreed, The Goddefs flew off in defpair; As all her fweet honours declin'd: And PLENTY and PLEASURE declare, They'll loiter no longer behind. MAY. MA YE V E: R, KATE OF A BERDEEN. T I. 'HE filver moon's enamour'd beam, Steals foftly through the night, To wanton with the winding stream, And kifs reflected light. To beds of ftate go balmy fleep, ('Tis where you've feldom been) May's vigil while the shepherds keep With KATE of Aberdeen. II. Upon the green the virgins wait, 'Till morn unbar her golden gate, |