"But mine the forrow, mine the fault, "And well my life shall pay;

"I'll feek the folitude he fought, "And stretch me where he lay.

"And there, forlorn, defpairing, hid,
"I'll lay me down and die :
""Twas fo for me that Edwin did,

"And fo for him will I."

"Thou shalt not thus," the Hermit cry'd, And clafp'd her to his breast:

The wond'ring fair one turn'd to chide "Twas Edwin's felf that preft.

"Turn, Angelina, ever dear!

"My charmer, turn to see

"Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin, here,

"Reftor'd to love and thee!

"Thus let me hold thee to my heart, "And ev'ry care refign:

"And fhall we never, never part, "O thoumy all that's mine

"Ne

never from this hour to part, Fe'll live and love so true;

figh that rends thy constant heart, mall break thy Edwin's too."

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A TALE.·

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Jack Book-worm liv'd a college life:

A fellowship at twenty-five,

Made him the happiest man alive:
He drank his glass, and crack'd his joke,
And Freshmen wonder'd as he fpoke!
Without politeness, aim'd at breeding,
And laugh'd at pedantry and reading.
Such pleasures, unallay'd with care,
Could any accident impair?

Could Cupid's fhaft, at length, transfix
Our swain, arriv'd at thirty-fix?

O had

Ó had the archer ne'er come down,

To ravage in a country town;
Or Flavia been content to stop,
At triumphs in a Fleet Street shop!
O! had her eyes forgot to blaze !
Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze !
O!- -But let exclamation ceafe,

Her prefence banish'd all his peace.

Our alter'd parfon now began
To be a perfect lady's man!
Made fonnets, lifp'd his fermon o'er,
And told the tales he told before:
Of bailiffs pump'd; and proctors bit;
At college, how he shew'd his wit:
And, as the fair-one still approv❜d,
He fell in love!or thought he lov'd;

So with decorum all things carry'd,

Mifs frown'd, and blush'd, and then was-married!

Need we expofe to vulgar fight,

The raptures of the bridal night?
Need we intrude on hallow'd ground,
Or draw the curtains clos'd around?
Let it fuffice, that each had charms,
He clafp'd a goddess in his arms!
And though the felt his vifage rough,
Yet in a man 'twas well enough.

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The honey-moon, like lightning flew,

The fecond brought it's tranfports too-
A third-a fourth-was not amifs,

The fifth, was Friendship, mix'd with blifs
But, when a twelvemonth pass'd away,

Jack found his goddef's made of clay!
Found half the charms that deck'd her face
Arofe from powder, fhreds, or lace!

But ftill the worst remain'd behind,

Skill'd in no other art was fhe,

But dreffing, patching, repartee;
And, just as humour rofe or fell,
By turns a flattern, or a belle.

Tis true, the dress'd with modern grace,
Half naked at a ball, or race!

But when at home, at board, or bed,
Five greafy nightcaps wrapt her head!
Could so much beauty condescend
To be a dull domeftic friend?

Could any curtain-lectures bring

To decency fo fine a thing?

In fhort, by night, 'twas fits, or fretting,
By day, 'twas gadding, or coquetting.

Now, tawdry Madam kept a bevy
Of powder'd coxcombs at her levee !

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