ON A

BEAUTIFUL YOUTH

STRUCK BLIND BY

LIGHTNING.

SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,
Rather in pity, than in hate,

That he shou'd be, like Cupid, blind,
To save him from Narcissus' fate.

A SONNET.

A SONNET.

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;

Myra, too sincere for feigning,
Fears th' approaching bridal night.

Yet why impair thy bright perfection!
Or dim thy beauty with a tear?
Had Myra follow'd my direction,
She long had wanted cause of fear.

THE

GOOD-NATUR'D MAN;

COMEDY:

AS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE-ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN:

FIRST PRINTED IN M,DCC,LXVIII.

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