But most a pious monarch's grateful tear So the poetic branch, renown'd of old For glitt'ring leaves, and balls of blooming gold, Though torn, appear'd before the Trojan's eyes Still fresh with shining foliage to arise ;* Unchang'd the value of its precious frame, Its radiant hue unchang'd, another and the same. * Uno avulso non deficit alter. VIRGIL. THE BROWN BEAUTY. WHILE flushing o'er thy olive check, Like the morning's dubious break, Virgin shame delights to spread Her roses of a deeper red; And those ruddy lips of thine To relieve my dazzled eye. Trust me, thy transcendant face Takes from its brown a mellower grace; A ripe autumnal bloom benign, Whence all the Loves exulting shine; As jet emits a glossy light, From its polish'd surface bright. EPIGRAMS. THE PRETTY VIXEN. WHEN foam'd the dashing waves, and winds were high, From ocean surely, Venus-like, you sprung; For I can bear the lightning of your eye, But who can bear the thunder of your tongue? ANOTHER, TO THE SAME. WITH angel face, and faultless form, AN IMITATION OF MARTIAL. My patron lives next street; but, for assistance, We might as well live fourscore miles at distance. SONG. SWEET is the woodbine's fragrant twine; Soft the rich meadow's velvet green, Bright is the star that opes the day; To match her grace, with idle pain Does in her form concenter'd meet: Then, muse, how weak thy pow'r must prove ANOTHER. WHEN I sat by my fair, and she tremblingly told How quickly old Time then delightfully roll'd, From the blush of her cheek how my bosom caught flame, And her eyes spoke a fondness her lips would not name! But her cheek that once rival'd the summer's full rose, In her eye now no bright sensibility glows, |