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Who sees you shine in Wildair's part,
And almost think there's nothing wanting.
A NEW SONG.
ONCE more I'll tune
The sun first rising in the morn,
Does not so much the day adorn,
And when in Thetis lap of rest,
Were she array'd in rustic weed,
To please my lovely Peggy.
I stole a kiss the other day,
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
IF heav'n upon thy perjur'd head,
For all thy hate to truth;
Had ev'n diminish'd any grace,
Lit up one pimple in thy face,
I would believe its pow'rs; but you
Charms flow from perjuries;
The more you cheat, we trust the more, Each jilting tear 's a fruitful show'r, That makes fresh beauties rise.