Eager and prompt to propagate a lye,
Olympia fped to ev'ry stander-by;
Whifp'ring in pity (with diffembled joy)
"Chloe was juft deliver'd of a boy.'
Small is the grain infidious falsehood sows,
Yet foon it shoots, and wonderfully grows;
For fcandal fpreads with each malignant breath,
Scatt'ring, like winds at East, contagious death.

At length the parties were completely rang'd,
And all the scene was in a moment chang❜d.
All to their feats fpontaneously retir'd,
Seduc'd by folly, or by av'rice fir'd.

A thousand paffions rankled in each breast,
Rage, fpleen and envy ev'ry wretch possest;
Dæmons around flew hov'ring in the air,
Fraud and deceit, and jealoufy were there;
Yet luft of gold fo dazzled ev'ry eye,
The giddy vot'ries faw no Dæmons nigh:
'Till fubtle fraud, by magic art, convey'd
From Cindria's hand a diamond for a spade.
Conscious fhe was how defp'rate was her game,"
So play'd it boldly, tho' with rifk of shame:
Gorgonia firft the bafe deception knew,
And spread the trick expos'd to open view.
The Tribade rofe; tho' Cindria vow'd and fwore,
'Twas fuch a lapfe fhe'd never made before;
Urg'd it was chance, and that the'd freely pay
What Hoyle enacted as the laws of play.
Not Lamia now the tumult could affuage,
Tho' much the fear'd to mitigate their rage.
Pleas were in vain, for honour was the word;
Sacred at cards, as on a foldier's fword.
Clamour enfued; a thoufand female tongues
Difcordant open'd from their brazen lungs :
Cards were thrown down; all play was at an end,
The Gorgans rung for fervants to attend

;

"

Coaches

Coaches drew up; the Tribade first march'd out;
Olympia next; and fo difpers'd the Rout

T. A

To the EDITOR of the St. JAMES's MAGAZINE.

The admirers of the fimplicity of TERENCE will be charm'd, no doubt, with the following fimple tranflation, which, the reader may be affur'd, is genuine.

Cum milite ifto præfens, abfens ut fies:
Dies, noctefque me ames; me defideres :
Me fomnies: me expectes: de me cogites:
Me fperes me te oblectes: mecum tota fis :

Meus fac fis poftremo animus, quando ego fum tuus.

TERENTII Eunuchus.

Deareft Thaïs! Thaïs! the joy of my heart,

Dhar do thou fair creature, releafe me of my

fmart :

And make me the happieft, before death doth us part. Give ear to my petition, and do thou, fair angel, adhere, For true love rages in me (by Cupid) I swear.

When you are abfent; you wou'd fincerely be with me: Then O! my dearest Thaïs, pleasures wou'd for ever dwell in me:

That

That you wou'd love me both by day and by night, Then I fhou'd be for ever happy! overflow'd with delight.

O Cupid, do thou, O God of Love! inflame her breast,
That I may be the object of her defire, and be at reft.
So well is the accomplish'd in the art of love,
She has charms enough to inflame another Jove..
May the author of dreams infpire love in her heart,
That I may be the youth, to whom her love does impart,
That the wou'd make me the object of her hope!
And that her thoughts of me alone wou'd never clope.
That the wou'd delight herself with me:

And make me the happieft! be intirely with me.
Laftly, that her heart would be as fincere

As mine; the most happy I fhou'd be I declare;
May the omnipotent father join our hearts without

fear.

Hæc in procinctu carmina facta puta.

Well-Clofe Square,

Dec. 18, 1762.

J. SEALLY.

I

To a Young LADY.

N vain, fair maid, thy matchlefs beauties thine,
In vain that air, and manner all divine,

In vain admiring crowds with rapture gaze,
And filent wond'ring, know not how to praife.
As when fome clown, who, bufied o'er his grain,
Nor cares for pleasure, fo he feels not pain;
Sees bright Diana, with her virgin maids,
In graceful chorus dance along the fhades;

The

The fenfelefs Being, ftruck with wild furprise,
In gape expreffive, fcarce believes his eyes;
The lovely forms, foft gliding by his fight,
Wake the dull frame to fcenes of new delight.
Thus the foft paffions, which the mind controul,
Lay clogg'd and buried in his ideot foul,
Till beauty warm'd him with her living ray,
And forc'd the tender feelings into day.”
So ftand the crowd, with eager wonder gaze,
And, more than fpeaking, look their fond amaze
To feel new springs of fenfe, before unknown,
And taught to love, with Paffions not their own,
The foul refin'd with elegance can move,
And learns from perfect beauty, how to love
Yet charms in vain this animated fair,
In fruitless vows the fighing world despair.

As fome rich jewel from an Indian mine,
Doom'd in the front of crowns alone to shine,
The Sparkling meteor fheds its glorious ray,
And adds to majesty a brighter day.
The crowd below, with longing eyes adore,
And vainly wish to grafp the facred store."

3

For
you each pleasure waits, oh beauteous maid,
The charms of rank, and all its gay parade;
Some titled youth, by fortune greatly bleft,
Tells the fond tale, and dies upon your breast;
Then on the wing flirts every wanton joy,
Then pomp and fplendor all your hours employ,
Then each wild fcene romantic nature made
To win the lovely miftrefs of the fhade,
The groves of
and their warbling throng,
Their varied verdure, and their tuneful fong,
All dull and languid, now can please no more,
Nor yield that calm in peace you found before.
Far other claims and other duties rife,

Fair names of wife and mother, tender eyes,
Where nature's charms with double luftre fhine,
And make the human beauty feem divine.
A a a

VOL. I.

Bleft

Bleft be those parents, who, with anxious care,
Watch'd o'er the mazes of their infant fair,
With kind indulgence taught the rifing mind
Each female grace, with ev'ry virtue join'd.
Their lovely offspring all the toil repays,
And fills with rapture their declining days.
"So in fome foreft, when the lab'ring fwain,
Views his young plant fair op'ning in the plain,
Each pois'nous weed with careful hand he moves,
Nor lets aught grow to hurt the flow'r he loves;
In time its leaves their fcented odours yield,
And bloom the fweeteft of the fragrant wild."
Oh, may that youth, fo favour'd from above,
Know the dear treasure of an angel's love;
Difcerning fee each fenfeless care and strife,
And fondly guard you thro' the toils of life;
Unhurt by fopp'ry, and unstain'd by pride,
Unmark'd by vice, fair virtue be his guide,
When the bright funshine of the day is past,
And the ftill fhades of evening close the last,
Oh may he then adore each fading charm,
And feel in age the lover's foft alarm;
May ev'ry good, all focial blifs be thine,

Joys wait your youth, and peace your late decline.
"So the fond parent, who, in anguish lies,
Calls for his babe, to blefs it ere he dies,
Thinks of none else, nor other boon can crave,
But begs kind heaven his darling child to fave ;
In hopeless agony, he breaths his vows,
And prays for that he must for ever lose."

TH

W OM A N.

HE fex, great nature's mafter-piece, difplays Its uncontroul'd command a thousand ways While Men, like chearful flaves obey the reins, And woman leads the willing fex in chains.

But