PHIL LI S.

To the church then let's haften, our transports to

bind,

And Phillis will always prove faithful and kind.

THE

WARNING.

I.

YOUNG Colin once courted Myrtilla the prude, If he figh'd or look'd tender, fhe cry'd he was rude;

Tho' he begg'd with devotion, fome ease for his

pain,

The fhepherd got nothing but frowns and difdain.
Fatigu'd with her folly, his fuit he gave o'er,
And vow'd that no female fhould fetter him more.

II.

He ftrove with all caution to 'fcape from the net, But Chloe foon caught him,—a finish'd coquet! She glanc'd to his glances, fhe figh'd to his fighs, And flatter'd his hopes-in the language of eyes. Alas for poor Colin! when put to the test, Himfelf and his paffion prov'd both but her jest,

III.

By the critical third he was fix'd in the fnare; By Fanny-gay, young, unaffected, and fair; When the found he had merit, and love took his part, She dally'd no longer-but yielded her heart. With joy they fubmitted to Hymen's decree, And now are as happy-as happy can be.

IV.

As the rosebud of beauty foon fickens and fades, The prude and coquet are two flighted old maids; Now their sweets are all wafted,-too late they repent, For transports untafted, for moments misspent! Ye virgins take warning, improve by my plan, And fix the fond youth when you prudently can.

HOLIDAY GOWN.

I.

N holiday gown, and my newfangled hat,
Laft Monday I tript to the fair;

I held up my head, and I'll tell you for what,
Brisk Roger I guess'd wou'd be there :

He woos me to marry whenever we meet,
There's honey fure dwells on his tongue!
He hugs me fo close, and he kiffes so sweet,
I'd wed—if I were not too young.

Fond

II.

Fond Sue, I'll affure you, laid held on the boy,
(The vixen wou'd fain be his bride)
Some token fhe claim'd, either ribbon or toy,
And swore that she'd not be deny'd:

A top-knot be bought her, and garters of green,
Pert Sufan was cruelly ftung;

I hate her fo much, that, to kill her with spleen,
I'd wed-if I were not too young.

III.

He whisper'd fuch soft pretty things in mine ear!
He flatter'd, he promis'd, and fwore!
Such trinkets he gave me, fuch laces and geer,
That truft me, my pockets ran o'er :

Some ballads he bought me, the best he cou'd find,
And sweetly their burthen he fung;

Good faith he's fo handfome, fo witty, and kind,
I'd wed-if I were not too young.

IV.

The fun was just setting, 'twas time to retire,
(Our cottage was distant a mile)

I rose to be gone—Roger bow'd like a squire,
And handed me over the file:

His arms he threw round me-love laugh'd in his eye,, He led me the meadows among,

There prest me so close, I agreed, with a figh,

To wed-for I was not too young.

DAPHNE:

in thine eyes;

Continu'd coynefs kills defire,
And famifh'd paffion dies.

Three tedious years I've figh'd in vain,
Nor could my vows prevail;
With all the rigours of disdain,
You fcorn'd my amorous tale.

II.

When Celia cry'd, how fenfelefs fhe,
That has fuch vows refus'd;
Had Damon giv'n his heart to me,

It had been kinder us'd.

The man's a fool that pines and dies;

Because a woman's coy ;

The gentle blifs that one denies,
A thousand will enjoy.

III.

Such charming words, fo void of art,
Surprising rapture gave;

And tho' the maid fubdu'd my heart,
It ceas'd to be a flave:

A wretch

A wretch condemn'd, fhall Daphne prove;

While bleft without reftraint,

In the fweet calendar of love
My Celia ftands-a faint.

CORYDON:

A PASTORAL.

To the Memory of WILLIAM SHENSTONE, Efq,

I.

SOME, fhepherds, we'll follow the hearfe,

COM

We'll fee our lov'd CORYDON laid:

Tho' forrow may blemish the verse,

Yet let a fad tribute be paid.

They call'd him the pride of the plain;
In footh he was gentle and kind!
He mark'd on his elegant ftrain
The graces that glow'd in his mind.

II.

On purpose he planted yon trees,
That birds in the covert might dwell;
He cultur'd his thyme for the bees,
But never wou'd rifle their cell.

Ye