When pleas'd, in many a sportive ring, Ev'n let me bid my lyre adieu, IX. Then will I muse, and penfive fay, While innocence allow'd to waste? The Princess ELIZABETH: A Ballad, alluding to a Story recorded of her, when she was a Prisoner at Woodstock, 1554. WILL By the Same. ILL you hear how once repining Each ambitious thought refigning, Foe to riches, pomp, and sway? VOL. IV. A a While While the nymphs and swains delighted Tript around in all their pride; Envying joys by others flighted, Thus the royal maiden cry'd. Bred on plains, or born in vallies, Stranger to the arts of malice, Who would ever courts pursue ? Malice never taught to treasure, How can they of humble ftation Vainly blame the pow'rs above? Or accufe the dispensation Which allows them all to love? Love like air is widely given; Pow'r nor chance can these restrain; Trueft, nobleft gifts of heaven! Only pureft on the plain! Peers Peers can no fuch charms discover, Pinks and roses in profufion, Said to fade when Chloe's near; Fops may use the fame allufion, But the fhepherd is fincere. Hark to yonder milk-maid finging Never yet did courtly maiden Never breast with jewels laden Would indulgent heav'n had granted All the empire I had wanted Then had been my fhepherd's heart, Then, with him, o'er hills and mountains, Fearless taste the crystal fountains ; Peaceful fleep beneath the grove. Ruftics had been more forgiving; None had triumph'd o'er my tomb. XXXX XX*XXXXXXXXXXXX ODE to a Young Lady, Somewhat too follicitous about her manner of Expreffion. By the Same. RVEY, my fair! that lucid ftream SUR Adown the smiling valley ftray; Would art attempt, or fancy dream, So pleas'd I view thy fhining hair Survey Survey again that verdant hill, With native plants enamell'd o'er; Say, can the painter's utmost skill Inftruct one flow'r to please us more? As vain it were, with artful dye, To change the bloom thy cheeks disclose, And oh may Laura, ere she try, With fresh vermilion paint the rofe. Hark, how the wood-lark's tuneful throat Let art constrain the rambling note, Oh ever keep thy native ease, For Laura's voice is form'd to please, |