Submiffive looks my pardon foon obtain❜d,

And pardon'd love as foon new boldness gain'd,
Offending thus, forgiving thus, we lay

Long time entranc'd with the alternate play;
'Till warn'd, too foon, by envious night, we part :
The thrilling joy still flutters round my heart;
Thought still, though fainter, paints the glowing bliss,
On fancy's lip ftill cleaves the rapt'rous kiss.

But mark the fad effects of cafual love,
And tread with caution in the fhady grove,
In due time, Cloe at my doors appears,
A fix'd compofure on her brow she wears;
And guefs the cause: close in her lap conceal'd
A lovely twin in either hand she held;
And take, she cry'd, these pledges of our love,
These fruits you planted in the shady grove.

Soft as the downy bloom on Cloe's cheek,
Smooth as the polish'd ivory of her neck,

Warm as her bofom, white as was her arm,

So fmooth were they and white, fo foft and warm.
Pleas'd I receiv'd them for the giver's fake,
Heedlefs what cenfures ftrait-lac'd prudes might make.
Compliant to my forming hand they grew,

And with their fize increas'd obedience due.

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As I direct they take th' appointed bent,
With every motion, every beck, confent;
Whate'er I want, they reach with ready hand,
Where-e'er I go, they wait at my command.
Now at his ease one in my bofom lays;
While by my fide the other wanton plays;
Now this my hand embraces, t' other free,
Takes his full fwing and plays at liberty.
Before me hand in hand sometimes they move,
Emblems of friendship, and united love;
Sometimes behind my leading steps they trace
Still closely knit in brotherly embrace;
Anon on either fide as guards attend,

At once adorn me, and at once defend

Still more and more my love they thus engage, Thus ftill fhall cherish my declining age; And when th' appointed hour of fate fhall come," They'll follow still attendant on my tomb. More lasting far than man's foon-fading breath, Their love extends beyond the vale of death; They'll hang for ever o'er my much-lov'd bust, 'Till they themselves, like me, are turn'd to duft.

RIDDLE.

Mortalis in unum

Quodque caput, vultu mutabilis, albus an ater.

By the Same,

grew,

ORN from the fruitful spot on which I
Me innocent unnumber'd pains pursue;
Pains more afflicting, as from man they flow,
From parent man! for birth to man I owe.
Sometimes on spikes of steel my nerves they rend,
Sometimes afunder split from end to end;

In boiling cauldrons now immers'd I lie,

Now doom'd the rage of drying fires to try:

There while in double torment fcorch'd and drown'd,

Faft tied I writhe the rigid ftake around.

Laft their fierce hate its utmost effort tries

With all Barbarian pomp of facrifice.

The purple fillet round my temples wreathes,
From every part the scented unguent breathes;

O'er

O'er my white locks the facred flower is fpread,
Whilft on the fatal block is plac'd my head.
Yet with fix'd conftancy I bear my doom;
And conftancy at last will overcome.

From all my tryals I return at length,

My worth increas'd, my beauty and my strength.
The fuffering martyr thus in torment dies,
In fainted state more glorious to arise.
And now I re-affume my native state,
My torturers now beneath their burden fweat,
Slaves in their turn to me, and think it pride
If on their subject necks I deign to ride.
Yet ftill my filial duty I retain,
Unchang'd by honours, as unmov'd by pain.
Still to mankind a friend, I daily shed
My warmest bleffings on his parent head;
Around him still with fond embraces twine,
As round the elm her tendrils curls the vine,
Nor quit him e'er till he to reft repairs,
And every morn renew my conftant cares.
Ready alike on rich and poor to wait;

I fuit myself to every different state.
With priest in whitish dress array'd I shine,
Emblem of purity and truth divine,

His folemn face the doctor owes to me,

His folemn face, to which he owes his fee.
At bench, or bar, I add a dignity

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To th' upright fentence, or rhetoric plea;
Hence without me no judge explains the laws,
Nor coifed council pleads the puzzling cause :
In fulleft floods my bounty fhowers on them
Profufe, defcending to the garment's hem.
Gorgeous in filken garb I grace the beau;
And all around ambrofial fragrance throw;
Nor lefs decorous, though with dust o'erspread,
When to the camp the valiant warriors lead,
Gorgonian terrors to each mien I add,

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And still their weakest part with care I shade.

MY fize is large, my fhape's uncouth,

I have neither limb nor feature ;

Mens hands have form'd my skin so smooth:

My guts were made by nature.

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