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poeiry. 
Though from vain specuiation’s walk remoy'd, 
Existing merely for the man fhe lov'd; 
To ill tim’d learning the made no pretence, 
Nor soar’d above the range of common sense 
Nor silly praise, from silly scribbling sought, 
Nor spoke one word but simply what fhe ought; 
Intent to please in all the had to say, 
With spirit gentle, and with wisdom gay 5 
Bluth not, if you enjoy the gift of verse, 
Her pure though humble virtues to rehearse 5 
That wives a wife’s true merit may discern, 
And future hufbands fonder feelings learn 5 
Then what you lose posterity fhall gain, 
And the dear victim hath not died in vain. 
OF grateful feelings vindicate your part, 
Still be her sacred name engrav’d upon your heart 3 
Since, from the sex, no period can remove 
The.sweet imprefsion of their earliest love. 
Keep her example ever in your eyes, 
And prove.that you deserv’d so-vast a prize 5 
To those who envy'd all her worth avowy 
Survive for her, as fhe but liv’d for you. 
SONNET. 
Gome listen ye warblers that chant in each groves 
Be s \ent each throat when I sing of my love; 
Le the air be serene, not a zephyr be heard, 
Nor the murmuring rill, nor the’soft bleating herd s 
Be Envy.ani Malice thut up in. their cells, 
While I sing of Maria the maid that excells; 
Who’s the pride of my heart, fhe’s so sweet and so frees 
When fhe’s mine, Oh ye Gods! how happy Dll be! 
Not kings, nor their cour‘s, with their glitter and thows 
Could give me that peace-which fhe can bestow 5 
Her neck like the lily, her cheeks like the rose, 
Envy would fain blight her, so purely fhe glows; 
Her breath like the fragrance of dew on the thorny 
‘A thousand soft joys her ripe lips do. adorn 5 
Would Heaven give the lovely Maria to me, 
* No mortal can e’er be more blest than I°ll be. 
The stream that now glides thro” yon sweet verdant vale, 
And the echoing rock oft heard my fond tale; 
At last I resolv’d my chaste love to. disclose, 
She thought—then consented—and bluth’d like the roses 
To the altar of Hymen [ led the fair maid, 
And completed the vows I often had paid; 
Content, joy, and innocence, now is my lot, 
And rural felicity brightens my cot. 
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