EPILOGUE. ་་་་ What are your far-fam'd warriors to us, 'Bout whom historians make such mighty fuss: Posterity may think it was uncommon That Troy should be demolish'd for a woman; Our cause is slighter than a dame's betrothing, For all these mighty feats have sprung from nothing. SONG. WHERE winding Forth adorns the vale, Fond Strephon, once a shepherd gay, Did to the rocks his lot bewail, And thus address'd his plaintive lay : "O Julia! more than lily fair, "More blooming than the budding rose, "How can thy breast, relentless, bear "A heart more cold than Winter's snows. "Yet nipping Winter's keenest sway, "Spring soon returns, and cheers each spray, "Thou mistress of angelic charms! Come, smiling like the morn in May, SONG. "Else, haunted by the fiend Despair, "He'll court some solitary grove, "Where mortal foot did ne'er repair, "But swains oppress'd by hapless love. "From the once pleasing rural throng "Remov'd, he'll thro' the desert stray, << Where Philomela's mournful song "Shall join his melancholy lay." SONG. AMIDST a rosy bank of flowers, Damon, forlorn, deplor'd his fate; In sighs he spent his languid hours, Gay joy no more shall cheer his mind; No wanton sports can soothe his care; I i VOL. I. SONG. Since sweet Amanda prov'd unkind, His looks, that were as fresh as mòrn, Is rack'd and torn by Cupid's dart. Turn, fair Amanda ! cheer your swain; Unshroud him from his veil of woe; Turn, gentle nymph! and ease the pain That in his tortur'd breast doth grow. ་་་་ ЕРІТАРН, ON GENERAL WOLFE.. IN worth exceeding, and in virtue great, Words would want force his actions to relate. EXTEMPORE, On being asked which of the three Sisters was the most Beautiful. WHEN Paris gave his voice, in Ida's grove, But here what could his ablest judgment teach, |