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At morn the nymph vouchsaf’d to place -
The flowers less blooming than her face,
The flowers she wore along the day, -
That in her hair they look'd more gay
Undress'd at evening, when she found
She chang'd her look, and on the ground
That eye dropt sense distinct and clear, -
When from its lid a pearly tear
She sigh'd; she smil’d; and to the flow’rs
* See, friend, in some few fleeting hours,
* Ah me! the blooming pride of May
At morn both flourish, bright and gay,
* At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung,
THE DESPAIRING SHEPHERD.
LEXIS shunn’d his fellow-swains,
The nymphs and shepherds round him came:
Clorinda came among the rest,
The shepherd rais'd his mournful head;
“And will you pardon me, (he said)
Which nothing from my breast should tear,
Which never should offend your ear,
‘'Tis thus I rove, ’tis thus complain,
HER. RIGHT NAME.
A* Nancy at her toilet sat,
- O DE To Mr. Hugh Howard, the Painter.
EAR Howard, from the soft assaults of love
To great Apelles when young Ammon brought
And the pleas'd nymph, with kind attention, sat
The amorous master own'd her potent eyes,
Each flowing line confirm'd his first surprise,
While Philip's son, while Venus' son, was near,
Great was the rival, and the god severe;
The prince, renown'd in bounty as in arms,
Quitted his title to Campaspe's charms,
Thus the more beauteous Chloe sat to thee,
But happy thou, from Cupid's arrow free,
Had thy poor breast receiv'd an equal pain,
Thou must have sigh'd, unlucky youth, in vain,
Though, to convince thee that the friend did feel A kind concern for thy ill-fated care;
I would have sooth'd the flame I could not heal, Giv'n thee the world, though I withheld the fair.
----- Libeat mihi sordida rura,
Go! hath it been, (and that not unlo ) to diverse worthy wits, that in this
our island of Britain, in all rare sciences so greatly abounding, more especially in all kinds of poesy highly flourishing, no poet (though otherways of notable cunning in roundelays), hath hit on the o simple Eclogue, after the true ancient guise of Theocritus, before this mine attempt: .
Other É. travailing in this plain, highway of pastoral know I none. Yet, certes, such it behoveth a pastoral to be, as nature in the country affordeth; and the manners, also meetly copied from the rustical folk therein. In this also my love to m native country Britain much pricketfi me forward, to describe aright the manners of our own honest and laborious ploughmen, in no wise, sure, more unworthy a British poet's imitation, than those of Sicily, or Arcady; albeit, not ignorant I am what a rout and rabblement of critical gallimawfry hath been made of late days by certain young men of insipid delicacy, concerning I wist not... what Golden Age, and , other outrageous conceits, to which they would confine pastoral ; whereof, I avow, I account nought at all, knowing n2 age so justly to be instised Golden, as this of our sovereign lady Queen Anne.
This idle trumpery (only fit for schools, and school-boys) unto that ancient Doric shepherd Theocritus, or his mates, was never known ; he rightly throughout his fifth Idyl, maketh his souts give foul language, and behold their goats at rut in all simplicity.