ARK! the speaking ftrings invite, See the maids in measures move, On each glowing cheek is fpread, Love, and active Yoυтн, advance Foremost in the sprightly dance. As the magic numbers rife, Every maid (to crown his blifs) Such a kifs as might infpire Let not Pride our sports restrain, ANACREON ODE XIV. IMITATE D. WHY did I with Love engage! Why provoke his mighty rage! True it is the wand'ring child, And befought me like a friend, Now I'm in my armour clafp'd, Would be ineffectual here, While the poifon'd arrows fly Wounded, thro' the woods I run, Freedom I muft, now, refign, IMITATION TROM AN ACRE O N. FILL ILL me that capacious cup, Let a wreath my temples fhield, Flowrets, by their friendly aid, Is there, in the deepest grove, ANA A NACREON. ODE XXXIII. IMITATE D. то THE SWALLOW. OON as fummer glads the sky, When the feafons cease to smile, Like the Swallow, Love, depart! No, he'll never leave his neft, There |