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(GOING TO BATHE IN THE SEA. 1
BY GEORGE KEATE, ESQ:
Venus, most histories agree,
These charms, my Laura, strive to gain; And, that you may not bathe in vain, I'll here, as well as I am able, Give you a Moral to this Fable.
Would you a Goddess reign o'er all ? From the wide flood its virtues call. Free from each stain thy bosom keep, Clear be it as this azure deep, Which no capricious passion knows, But duly ebbs, and duly flows; Though sometimes ruffled, calm'd as soon, Still constant to its faithful moon, At whose approach with pride it swells, And to each shore its chaste love tells; Heedless of every change of weather, That wafts a straw, or coxcomb feather, Which only on the surface play, And unobservsd are wash'd away.
Reflect, that, lodged within its breast, The modest pearl delights to rest, While every gem to Neptune known Is there with partial bounty sown. In years, thus ever may we trace Each sparkling charm, each blushing grace; To these let judgment value give, And in that seat of Beauty live!
This Moral keep before your eyes, Plunge--and a new-born Venus rise.
The Most Honorable
THE MARCHIONESS GREY ;
Sent with Phoebe, a Pastoral Opera.
BY JOHN HOADLY, L. L. D.
MADAM, FROM polish'd circles of the fair, From gilded domes and tainted air, Where Pleasure's toilsome, Silence loud, Retirement but from crowd to crowd; Where Love but drives a trade at best (An alley-broķer He profess’d,) Not giving corresponding hearts, But chaffering with his golden darts ; Where immocence the world amazes, Her face scarce known in public places : But choosing---still at home-to share One corner of St. James's Square Far hence permit the simple swain To lead thee to the guiltless plain,
Where Phoebe, innocent and gay,
Nor scornfully wilt thou disdain
Lady, from all their painted pride, Come, let the Shepherd be thy guide: He 'll lead thee to the fountain's brink, Where all the Sylvan Muses drink; Whose spotless and translucent face
Heaven reflects with Heaven's own grace,