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then you will perceive me enjoying all those heartfelt sensations that reciprocal tenderness and friendship can produce. The Arabian Nights cannot furnish more surprising events than I shall still relate. I shall talk to you of nations, whose names you do not know, and tell you many things, which, though strictly true, surpass all belief. In short, for the first month, I shall give you leave to examine me as you would a new Oriental Dictionary.
I shall finish my letter by desiring you to balance my accounts with my brother Hanbury, and receive what is due to me, and to send me another letter of attorney, either written or printed, to enable Major Chambre to receive my rents. Adieu, my dear friend, my good wishes attend the family of love at Newland. I am, with the greatest sincerity and friendship,
A PERSUASIVE TO LOVE.
SINCE Nature ne'er acted in vain,
Say, Chloe, why are you so fair? Was beauty designed to give pain,
And wit only meant for a snare?
No, no, you were form'd to delight,
And here all your business is love; What Nature design'd must be right,
Her dictates we are bound to approve. Haste, then, let us time now employ, And ev'ry refinement improve; Make life a full circle of joy,
Its centre immutable love.
In pleasure we'll sport ev'ry day,
And ne'er take account of our hours;
Let time fly as swift as he may,
The present must always be ours.
THE FAIR MORALIST.
AS late by Thames's verdant side,
Fair Chloe search'd the silver tide,
With pleasing hope and patient care : Forth as she cast the silken fly,
And musing stroll'd the bank along; She thought no list'ning ear was nigh, While thus she tun'd her moral song: "The poor unhappy thoughtless fair,
"Like the mute race are oft undone; "These with a gilded fly we snare,
"With gilded flatt'ry those are won. "Careless, like them, they frolic round, "And sportive toss th' alluring bait; "At length they feel the treach'rous wound, "And struggle to be free too late.
"But, ah, fair fools! beneath this shew
"And ere you leap, be sure to look.”
More she'd have sung, when, from the shade Rush'd forth gay Damon, brisk and young; And, whatsoe'er he did, or said,
Poor Chloe quite forgot her song.
On POPE's having just published his
AT length Pope conquers; Hervey, Wortley,
And nameless numbers cover all the field:
Just so of old, or Roman story lies,
Domitian triumph'd o'er a host of flies.
SIR C. HANBURY WILLIAMS,
ADDRESSED TO HIS DAUGHTER
THE COUNTESS OF ESSEX.
FANNY, beware of flattery,
A young vain female Crow,
Had perch'd upon a pine tree's bough,
And sitting there at ease,
In a most delicious feast,
Consisting of a slice of cheese.