"Not Colin's broken Vows, but Damon's Truth, "Now blends my Fate with thine, deferving "Youth! "To try thee, O ! forgive, if try'd too far, "Was all I meant, whate'er my Actions were.' Her Hand, with fudden Rapture, Damon preft, The joyful Pair confenting Colin blest; To Damon's Cot they take the flow'ry Way, With guiltless Mirth to crown the happy Day. The DISAPPOINTED MILKMAID. H A TALE. OW poorly your Projectors fare, Of these the Inftances are many, H Save, Save, 'ftead of Garland (fays my Tale) One brings me this, another that, the Lord knows what! Fir'd with the Thoughts, the frantic Lafs, Of what was thus to come to pass, Her Heart beat ftrong, fhe gave a Bound, And down came Milkpail on the Ground. Eggs, Fowl, Pig, Hog (ah! well-o'-day !) Cow, Calf, and Farm,— all swam away. HESIOD; or the RISE of WOMAN. A TAL E. By Mr. PARNELL. HAT antient Times (thofe Times we W fancy wife) Have left on long Record of Woman's Rise, What Morals teach it, and what Fables hide, What Author wrote it, how that Author dy'd, All these I fing. In Greece they fram'd the Tale (InGreece'twas thought aWoman might be frail.) Ye modern Beauties! where the Poet drew His fofteft Pencil, think he dreamt of you; And warn'd by him, ye wanton Pens, beware How Heav'n's concern'd to vindicate the Fair. The Cafe was Hefiod's; he the Fable writ;" Some think with Meaning, fome with idle Wit: Perhaps 'tis either, as the Ladies please; I wave the Contest, and commence the Lays. In Days of Yore, (no matter where or when, 'Twas ere the low Creation fwarm'd with Men) That one Prometheus, fprung of heav'nly Birth, (Our Author's Song can witnefs) liv'd on Earth. He carv'd the Turf to mould a manly Frame, And ftole from Jove his animating Flame. The fly Contrivance o'er Olympus ran, When thus the Monarch of the Stars began: Oh vers'd in Arts! whose daring Thoughts afpire To kindle Clay with never-dying Fire! As Vulcan ends, the cheerful Queen of Charms Clafp'd the new-panting Creature in her Arms; From From that Embrace a fine Complexion spread, Then in a Kifs fhe breath'd her various Arts, The Stare for Strangenefs fit, for Scorn the For decent yielding Looks declining down, The practis'd Languish, where well-feign'd Defire Wou'd own its melting in a mutual Fire; Gay Smiles to comfort; April Show'rs to move; And all the Nature, all the Art, of Love. Gold-fcepter'd Juno next exalts the Fair; Her Touch endows her with imperious Air, Self-valuing Fancy, highly-crested Pride, Strong fov'reign Will, and fome Defire to chide : For which an Eloquence, that aims to vex, With native Tropes of Anger, arms the Sex. Minerva (fkilful Goddefs) trained the Maid To twirl the Spindle by the twifting Thread, To fix the Loom, inftruct the Reeds to part, Crofs the longWeft, and close the Web with Art, |