Why for her children should the wife express
More fond affection, and the husband less?
The reason, if I rightly judge, is this,
She knows them her's, and he but thinks them his.

DAMON .

Say, while each scene so beautiful appears,
Why heaves thy bosom, and why flow thy tears?
See from the clouds the spring descends in show'rs,
The painted vallies laugh with rising flow'rs;
Smooth flow the floods, soft breathe the vernal airs;
The spring, flow'rs, floods, conspire to charm our cares.
  FLORUS . But vain the pleasure which the season yields.
The laughing vallies or the painted fields.
No more, ye floods, in silver mazes flow,

Where Cam in silver streams thro' meadows glides,
Far from Clorinda 's sight your friend resides;
Far from the happy scenes, which once I knew
Till the mean wretch his poison'd arrows threw,
And banish'd me from Langton, Loveling , You,
Such friends, as he, have licence to do ill,
But good is neither in their pow'r or will.

 Emblem of human life your letter came
With news, which tears of grief and rapture claim;
What!—tho' my conscious heart her charms commend,
My sorrow's greater for so dear friend:

A Little Snow of Nature's own Formation,
Was launch'd and fitted out, in this same Nation,
So fair to look upon, so neat and trim,
You'd think she safely might the Ocean skim.
By Females managed, Dame Virtue Master,
Prudence her Pilot; to prevent Disaster
Religion cast her Anchor, wisely thinking,
That buoy'd by Hope , they need not fear her sinking.
She, from the Harbour of paternal Love,
Was bound, the matrimonial Joys to prove.
Freighted with each Accomplishment requir'd;
The Graces Passengers, by all admir'd.

Those that are rich, and in the bloom of life,
May wed and prove the comforts of a wife;
But who postpone the bliss till past their prime,
Must pay large interest for neglect of time.

A Wanton kid from Delia stray'd,
A beauteous nymph of peerless mien,
The frisking wand'rer left the maid
To mourn its loss on Jessey's green.

In vain she cry'd, " My lamb return,
Nor fly, my kid, thou know'st not where. "
The trifler, with a lost concern,
Fled ev'ry plaint of Jessey's fair.

Young Damon heard her plaintive cries,
And hurt to see the virgin weep,
To seek her lamb, like lightning flies,
O'er woodlands, dales, and mountains steep.

Ah, hapless victim! — breathless — cold,

He stands in impudence without a peer,
Who scorns to blush, and knows not how to fear.

The wish'd-for Day, too soon can't come,
For, Lord! I long to go;
Where I shall meet a happier Doom,
Than waits me here below.

No Tie have I, that e'er shall make
Me Wish for a Delay;
No Blessing here, but I'd forsake,
Thy Summons to obey.

O! bless'd, for ever bless'd thy Word
Fulfill'd, O! let it be;
A Pardon to my Foes afford,
Then deign, to pardon me!

A broken Heart thou'lt not despise,
Nor penitential Tears;
Accompany'd with contrite Sighs,
Wherein my Grief appears.

When Bellamira swears, that gentle love
Has fix'd her mind incapable to rove;
The fleeting passion of the fickle fair
Should be describ'd in sand, or writ in air.

A Dying thrush young Edwy found,
As flutt'ring in a field of snow;
Its little wings with ice were bound,
Awhile its heart forgot to glow;
In eager haste he homeward ran,
The quiv'ring charge to me resign'd;
" Oh save it, Celia! if you can,
Protect it from the wint'ry wind. "

My bosom press'd the trembling thing,
And bade its little pris'ner live;
But, ah! that bosom felt a sting