O DE IX. The Author apologizes to a Lady, for his being a little man.. Natura nufquam magis, quam in minimis tota eft.. PLIN. YE The amorous dwarf, that courts you to his arms,, But ere you leave him quite forlorn, And to fome youth gigantic yield your charms, Hear him---oh hear him, if you will not try, And let your judgment check th' ambition of your eye.. IF Say, is it carnage makes the man? Is to be monstrous really to be great ? Your lover's worth by quantity, or weight? Afk your mamma and nurse, if it be fo; Nurse and mamma, I ween, fhall jointly anfwer, no, The lefs the body to the view, The foul (like springs in closer durance pent); Is all exertion, ever new, t Unceafing, unextinguifh'd, and unfpent; Still pouring forth executive defire, As bright, as brifk, and lasting, as the vestal fire.. I IV IV. Does thy young bosom pant for fame; V. Look in the glass, survey that cheek--- The shape so tender,---looks so meek,-- The breasts made to be prefs'd, not to be crush'd--Then turn to me,---turn with obliging eyes, Nor longer Nature's works, in miniature, despise. VI. Young AMMON did the world fubdue, With him in fame, as well as fize, I'll vie. Then, fcornful nymph, come forth to yonder grove, Where I defy, and challenge, all thy utmost love. On L On Mifs **** O DE X. I. ONG, with undistinguish'd flame, II. But when you came, you stood confefs'd For you eclips'd, fupremely fair, All the whole feraglio there. While attracted fwell the waves, Emerging from their inmoft caves. VI. When to sweet founds your steps you fuit, And weave the minuet to the lute, Heav'ns! how you glide !---her neck---her chest--Does fhe move, or does fhe reft? VII. As those roguish eyes advance, Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats The gazer's eye, and still retreats, Then peeps agen---then skulks unseen, IX. Like the ever-toying dove, Smile immenfity of love; Be Venus in each outward part, And wear the vestal in your heart. X. When I ask a kifs, or fo-- Grant it with a begging no, And let each rose that decks your face Blush affent to my embrace. EPI EPITHALAMIU M. ODE XI. I. DE Efcend, defcend, ye sweet Aonian maids, The joyful Hymeneal fing, And to a lovelier Belle Than fiction e'er devis'd, or eloquence can tell, And you, ye winged chorifters, that fly Stretch from the trembling twigs your little throats, Fragrant Flora, queen of May, The spangled cowflips variegate the scene, Whispers, murmurs, fings, As it ftops, or falls, or fprings; There spread a sofa of thy foftest flowers, There let the bridegroom stay, There let him hate the light, and curse the day, And dun the tardy hours. |