New praises still remain ;

Beauty like her's may well infuse

New flights, new fancies, like a Muse,
And brighten every strain.

'Tis not her form alone I prize,

Which ev'ry fool, that has his eyes,
As well as I can see;

To say she's fair is but to say,

When the sun shines at noon 'tis day,
Which none need learn of me.

But I'm in love with Peggy's mind,
Where ev'ry virtue is combined,

seventy, was her humble admirer; he played Fondle wife in the Old Bachelor, to her Letitia. She acted Cordelia and Ophelia to Garrick's Lear and Hamlet: her company was sought after by persons of the first rank and character, who were proud of her acquaintance, and charmed with her conversation: she was President of a Select Society of Beaux Esprits, called the "Beaf Steak Club," and was the only woman admitted. She was mistress of a good understanding much improved by company and books; she died, 1760. She was not unlike in her person to Miss Farren the present amiable and accomplished Countess of Derby.

That can adorn the fair,

Excepting one you scarce can miss,
So trifling that you would not wish
That Virtue had been there.

She who professes all the rest,
Must sure excel the prude whose breast

That Virtue shares alone;

To seek perfection is a jest,

They who have fewest faults the best,

And Peggy has but one.

TO KITTY WALKER:*

December 1742.

KITTY, crown'd with Loves and Graces,
Why to me this am'rous art?
Why to me these fond embraces,

While another has your heart?

Tho' a moment's inclination,

May a transient joy impart;

Can I hope for lasting passion,

While another has your heart.

Kitty Walker was kept by the Earl of Loudon; but probably it was not he who had her heart. I believe this and other verses following was really addressed to Mrs. Woffington, the actress, with whom Sir Charles was in love, and who was in love with Mr. Garrick. One day, that Sir Charles taxed her with having been with the latter, though she promised to see him no more, she vowed she had not seen him for ages. "Nay," said Sir Charles, "I know you saw him yesterday, "Well,” replied she, "is not that an age."-W.

O, that I could gain it wholly,
For I scorn to take a part;

But to think of that were folly,

For another has your heart.

'Tis no longer your's to give me;

Kitty, at those words you start;

And durst you hope you could deceive me, While another has your heart.

In

my breast thy beauteous face is,

Grav'd by Cupid's powerful dart

But from thence I'll blot those traces,
Since another has your heart.

;

Gods, how jealous torments move me,

Oh, what anguish, and what smart; None on earth like me can love thee,

Tho' another has your heart.

ΤΟ

MRS. WOFFINGTON, 1740.

IF when the breast is rent with pain,

It be no crime, the nymph should know it; O Woffington accept the strain,

Pity! though you'll not cure the poet.

Should you reject my ardent prayer,
Yet send not back the am'rous paper;
My pangs may help to curl your hair,
My passion fringe the glowing taper.

No more the Theatre I seek,

But when I'm promised there to find you;

All Horton's merits now grow weak,

And Clive remains far far behind you.

'Tis thus the polished pebble plays,

And gains awhile some vulgar praises; But soon withdraws its feeble rays,

When the superior diamond blazes.