Tho' through the wide World I shou'd range, "Tis in vain from my Fortune to fly : "Twas hers to be falfe and to change; 'Tis mine to be conftant and die.

If, while my hard Fate I sustain,
In her Breast any Pity is found,

Let her come with the Nymphs of the Plain,
And fee me laid low in the Ground.

The last humble Boon that I crave,-
Is to fhade me with Cypress and Yew;
And when she looks down in my Grave,
Let her own that her Shepherd was true.

Then to her new Love let her go,
And deck her in golden Array;

Be fineft at ev'ry fine Show,

And frolick it all the long Day:
While CO LIN, forgotten and gone,
No more fhall be talk'd of, or feen,
Unless when beneath the pale Moon
His Ghost shall glide over the Green.

Thyifis

Si toto vagus orbe feror, comitatur euntem
Me mea fors, nullâ dissocianda fugâ:
Quamvis inteream, Daphne mutabitur ufque;
Inteream quamvis, ufque fidelis ero.

Siquid adhuc poterunt mollefcere corda, nec omnis
Ex inclementi pectore fugit amor ;
Agreftes inter decoret mea funera Nymphas,
Membraque fupremo det tumulanda rogo.
Hoc mihi concedat faltem, non multa roganti,
Nudaque Cupreffi frondibus offa tegat;
Relliquias urna pofitas ubi viderit, Urna,
Relliquias fidi, dicat, Amantis habes.

Tum gemmis multoque nitens lafciviat auro,
Igne novo felix, deliciifque novis ;
Perpetuum, nitidas inter nitidiffima Nymphas
Saltibus abfumat latitiâque diem.

Longùm abes interea, Corydon, longúmque licebit
Abfis; te tacitum nox tenebræque premunt:
Ni tua fors, terræ immineat cùm pallida Luna,
Lurida vicinum tranfvolet Umbra nemus.

WILLIAM

AND

MARGARET.

I.

Hen all was wrapt in dark Midnight,
And all were fast a sleep,

In glided Margret's grimly Ghoft,
And ftood at William's Feet.

II.

Her Face was like the April Morn,

Clad in a Wintry Cloud;

And Clay-cold was her lily Hand,

That held the fable Shrowd.

III. So