Yet, Polly, could thy heart be kind,
Soon would my feeble purpose find

Thy sway within my breast:

But hence, soft scenes of painted woe,

Spite of the dear delight I'll go,

Forget her, and be blest.

D.

CELORIMON.

THE ADVICE,

ADDRESSED TO

MISS M----- R-----, OF BRISTOL.

Revolving in their destin'd sphere,
The hours begin another year
As rapidly to fly;

Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey
Those auburn tresses fade away ;)
So youth and beauty die.

Tho' now the captivated throng
Adore with flattery and song,

And all before you bow;

Whilst unattentive to the strain,

You hear the humble muse complain,

Or wreath your frowning brow.

Tho' poor Pitholeon's feeble line,
In opposition to the nine,

Still violates your name:

Tho' tales of passion meanly told,
As dull as Cumberland, as cold
Strive to confess a flame.

Yet, when that bloom, and dancing fire, In silver'd rev'rence shall expire,

Ag'd, wrinkl'd, and defac'd:

To keep one lover's flame alive,
Requires the genius of a Clive,

With Walpole's mental taste.

Tho' rapture wantons in your air,
Tho' beyond simile you're fair;
Free, affable, serene:

Yet still one attribute divine,

Should in your composition shine;
Sincerity, I mean.

Tho' num'rous swains before you fall;

'Tis empty admiration all,

'Tis all that you require:

How momentary are their chains! you, how unsincere the strains,

Like

Of those, who but admire!

Accept, for once, advice from me,
And let the eye of censure see
Maria can be true:

No more for fools or empty beaux,
Heav'n's representatives disclose,

Or butterflies pursue.

Fly to your worthiest lover's arms,
To him resign your swelling charms,
And meet his gen'rous breast:

Or if Pitholeon suits your taste,

His muse with tatter'd fragments grac❜d,
Shall read your cares to rest.

D.

VOL I.

E

The COPERNICAN SYSTEM.

The sun revolving on his axis turns,
And with creative fire intensely burns;
Impell'd the forcive air, our earth supreme,
Rolls with the planets round the solar gleam;
First Mercury compleats his transient year,
Glowing, refulgent, with reflected glare;
Bright Venus occupies a wider way,
The early harbinger of night and day;
More distant still our globe terraqueous turns,
Nor chills intense, nor fiercely heated burns;
Around her rolls the lunar orb of light,
Trailing her silver glories through the night:
On the earth's orbit see the various signs,
Mark where the sun, our year compleating, shines;
First the bright Ram his languid ray improves;
Next glaring wat'ry thro' the Bull he moves;
The am'rous Twins admit his genial ray;
Now burning, thro' the Crab he takes his

way;