XIII. From lucklefs Love, or Rancour base, May never I attend 'em; That I may ftill defend 'em. By gentle, gen'rous Love, 'tis true, Nor Damage come nor Loss enfue, XV. But should a Knight of greater Heat Believe me, Bell, they then may need O may XVI. I ever be at Hand From ev'ry Harm to fcreen 'em, Then, Samfon-like, I'll take my Stand, EXALTATION: EXALTATION: OR. THE SIGNATURE of LOVE. A DESCRIPTIVE PASTORAL. In the Modern Style. Ene th the Shadows of a glimmering Oak, Beneth the Shadows of a Belufion broke; And ancient Murmurs, tremblingly awake, In every CORYDON. Let Thunder, fick'ning, fmile upon the Ground, STREPHON STREP HON. Chloe's to me more fáir than azure Sight ; More soft than Heifers melting into Light : O come, ye Swains, and leave th' enamel'd Morn; The moffy Garlands rival your return. CORYDON. My Phillis, wond'ring, ftrives the Heat to pierce, My Love, regardless of the vernal Main, And, like the Bee, the fooths the mantled Green; CORYDON. My Love is like the rural Seats above; STREP HON. Now tell me, Corydon, and Chloe take. What Thing is that, by Kings expell'd the Lake, Whofe airy Footsteps faded as they grew, Produc'd in Silence, yet aliye in blue? CORYDON. CORYDON, Firft tell me, Strephon, and be Phillis thine, Enough, enough-O Shepherds, your Delay } EXTEMPORE LETTER From Captain THOMAS * at Bernera, to Captain PRICE at Fort Auguftus, Written just before figning the Peace of Aix la Chapelle 66 O ME, Thomas, give us t'other Sonnet," Dear Captain, pray reflect upon it: Was ever so abfurd a Thing, What, at the Pole to bid me fing? Formerly Student of Ch. Ch. Oxford. Alas! Alas! fearch all thofe Mountains round, And Fancy, Child of fouthern Skies, I fcribble Verses? why you know, Indeed in Youth's fantaftick Prime And am'rous Sonnets penn'd in Plenty, The Cheeks of Chloe and of Phillis; My Lines, how proud was I to fee 'em, Or in a Letter fair and clean Our Follies change; that Whim is o'er, Love * |