If we're bleft, then he's happy, but if we're oppreft, YE fair married dames, who so often deplore, The bloom of your cheek, and the glance of your eye, Ufe the man that you wed, like your fav'rite guittar: The ; The fparrow and linnet will feed from your hand, Be gay and good-humor'd, complying and kind; Turn the chief of your care from your face to your mind: 'Tis there that a wife may her conquefts improve, And Hymen fhall rivet the fetters of love. THE ROSE. THE Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r, The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flow'r, The cup was all filled, and the leaves were all wet, Το weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew: I hastily feized it, unfit as it was For a nofegay, fo dripping and drown'd, And fwinging it rudely,-too rudely alas ! I fnapped it, it fell to the ground.And fuch I exclaimed is the pitiless part, Some act by the delicate mind; Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart, This elegant Rofe, had I fhaken it lefs, Might have bloom'd with its owner a while; And the tear that is wip'd with a little address, May be followed, perhaps, with a smile. SERENE as the morning, the lark leaves its neft, The fun with his fplendor illumines the eaft, Whilft the fons of debauch to indulgence give way, The gay gaudy tulip, obferve as you walk, How proud and how stately it stands on its stalk, In beauty's diversity dreft! From the rofe, the carnation, the pink and the clove, The fouth wafts a richer perfume to the grove, Apart from the reft, in her purple array, In modeft concealment, fhe peeps on the day; Yet none can excel her in fweets; Se So humble, that, tho' with unparallel'd grace, She oft in the hedge hides her innocent face, So Beauty, my fair one, is doubly refin'd, When meeknefs, like thine, adds a gem to her mind, Tho' Venus herself from her throne fhou'd defcend, To thee the gay world wou'd with preference bend, VICE AND VIRTUE. AN ORIGINAL. THE gaudy tulip, richly bright, Fatigues the paufing eye; And 'ere it fades, the noisome leaves, But the young rofe, lefs gay than fweet, The eye delights to bear; Broke by the ftorm, and bent to earth, Its fragrance ftill is there. So flushes Vice the tainted cheek, While Virtue, shrinking from the storms A HINT TO THE FAIR. YE fair poffeft of ev'ry charm To captivate the will, Whose fmiles can Rage herself difarm, An humble verfe that flows fincere, Great is your pow'r, and greater yet, Mankind it might engage, If, as ye all can make a net, Ye all would make a cage. Each nymph a thoufand hearts might take, For whofe's to beauty blind? But to what end a pris'ner make, Attend |