By external fwelling: but fhe looks like sleep, In her ftrong toil of grace. DOL. -Here, on her breast, There is a vent of blood, and something blown : 1. G. —This is an afpick's trail; [pointing to the Floor. That fo fhe dy'd: for her phyfician tells me, Brought them to be lamented. Our army fhall, [Exeunt. From the Prefs of DRYDEN LEACH, To the right honourable, and worthy of all Titles, the Countess of. Why, from the throne where BEAUTY fits SUPREME and countless emanations deals below, infus'd and fix'd in Woman's fhining frame, doth fo large portion of his wonder flow? why, but to rule the tread of human woe, and point our erring feet where joys abide: But (ah, the pity!) to a traitor flame, weak, wavering, wild, the heav'n-born ray is ty'd, and man, confiding man, from blifs eftranged wide. Daughters of Britain, scorn the garish fire, exile the meteor to it's Pharian grave; fincerer flames from Virtue's heights afpire, that brighten beauty, and from forrow fave: High o'er the reft, fee, what fair hand doth wave a deathless torch; and calls you to the shrine, where only beauty only blifs entire ! follow the branch of much-lov'd's line, and from thofe altars mend, with her, the ray divine. D&. 3d 1757. IGNOTO. The SONG at p. 39. being thought too short, an Addition was made to it while the Play was in Rehearsal, and it is perform'd as follows: I. Come, thou monarch of the vine, 2. Monarch, come; and with thee bring in thy vats our cares be drown'd; CORRIGENDA. p. 26, 1. 7. r. of our D°. l. 10. r. of your |