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And when in Thetis lap of rest,
Were she array'd in rustic weed,
And pipe upon mine oaten reed,
To please my lovely Peggy.
With her a cottage would delight,
The zephyr's air, the violet blows,
I stole a kiss the other day,
And, trust me, nought but truth I say, The fragrant breath of blooming May,
Was not so sweet as Peggy,
While bees from flow'r to flow'r shall rove, And linnets warble thro' the grove,
Or stately swans the waters love,
So long shall I love Peggy.
And when death with his pointed dart, Shall strike the blow that rives my heart,
My words shall be when I depart,
"Adieu my lovely Peggy!"
TO MRS. WOFFINGTON.
(Written in July 1744.)
IN IMITATION OF
Ulla si juris tibi pejerati
Poena, Barine, nocuisset unquam.
HOR. Lib. 2, Od. 8.
IF heav'n upon thy perjur'd head,
Had the least mark of vengeance shed,
For all thy hate to truth;
Had ev'n diminish'd any grace,
Lit up one pimple in thy face,
Or rotted but one tooth,
I would believe its pow'rs; but you
The more you cheat, we trust the more,
That makes fresh beauties rise.
By Venus, Cupid, ev'ry pow'r,
By tricks and cheats, and lies you live,
But at each broken oath and vow,
And Cupid can't be angry sure,
And stretch his empire wider.
See all our youth confess thy pow'r,
And press to drag thy chain;
To be thy slave again.
* Edward Bligh, second Earl of Darnley.-W.
That beauteous face, those heav'nly charms,
The cautious mother's breast alarms,
For her young darling son;
And each penurious father fears,
Lest their unthinking am'rous heirs,
Venus, whose charms rule all above,
And for her beauty's pow'r ;
You are her copy drawn with care,
Like her a thorough w