A LOVE-SONG (XVIII. CENT.) WHEN first in CELIA's ear I poured My trembling tongue sincere ignored I only said, as in me lay, I'd strive her "worth" to reach; She frowned, and turned her eyes away,So much for truth in speech. Then DELIA came. I changed my plan; I praised her to her face; I praised her features,-praised her fan, I swore that not till Time were dead She, smiling, gave her hand, and said. OF HIS MISTRESS (After Anthony Hamilton) TO G. S. HE that I love is neither brown nor fair, SHE And, in a word her worth to say, There is no maid that with her may Yet of her charms the count is clear, I ween: Her wit, her wisdom are direct from Heaven: A thousand finer touches more Have given. Her cheek's warm dye what painter's brush could note? Beside her Flora would be wan And white as whiteness of the swan Her throat. Her supple waist, her arm from Venus came, And, looking in her eyes, you guess THE NAMELESS CHARM (Expanded from an Epigram of Piron) TELLA, 'tis not your dainty head, 'Tis not your dear coquettish tread, Nor is it all your gifts combined; That taught the Boy on Ida's hill TO PHIDYLE (HOR. III. 23) INCENSE, and flesh of swine, and this year's grain, At the new moon, with suppliant hands, bestow, Thy crops of blight, thy vine of Afric bane, More than rich gifts the Powers it shall appease, |