True to herfelf, and to the public weal,

No Gallic gold could blunt the British steel.

X.

Not much unlike, when thou in arms wert feen,

5 Eager for glory on th' embattled green,

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When Stanhope led thee through the heats of Spain,
To die in purple Almanara's plain.

XI.

The refcu'd empire, and the Gaul fubdu'd,
In Anna's reign, our ancient fame renew'd:
What Britons could, when justly rous'd to war,
Let Blenheim fpeak, and witness Gibraltar.

FORTUNE:

EPIGRAM.

WHEN Fortune feems to smile, 't is then I fear
Some lurking ill, and hidden mischief near:
Us'd to her frowns, I ftand upon my guard,
And, arm'd in virtue, keep my foul prepar❜d.
Fickle and falfe to others fhe may be,

I can complain but of her conftancy.

..Virtutem a me,

Fortunam ex aliis.------

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ON THE SAME.

IMPATIENT with defire, at last
I ventur'd to lay forms afide :
'Twas I was modeft, not she chaste;
Chloe, fo gently prefs'd, comply'd.

With idle awe, an am'rous fool,

I gaz'd upon her eyes with fear:

Say, Love! how came your flave so dull
To read no better there?

Thus, to ourselves the greatest foes,
Altho' the nymph be well inclin'd,
For want of courage to propose,
By our own folly the 's unkind.

CORINNA.

CORINNA in the bloom of youth
Was coy to ev'ry lover;

Regardless of the tend'reft truth,
No foft complaint could move her.

Mankind was her's: all at her feet

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h, and great,

Lay proftrate and adoring;

The witty,'

In vain

CHLOE......

CHLOE's the wonder of her fex,
'Tis well her heart is tender;
How might fuch killing eyes perplex,
With virtue to defend her!

But Nature, graciously inclin'd,
With lib'ral hand to pleafe us,

Has to her boundlefs beauty join'd

A boundless bent to eafe us.

ON THE SAME:

BRIGHT as the day, and like the morning fair,

Such Chloe is-and common as the air.

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ON THE SAME.

F injur'd fame, and mighty wrongs receiv'd, Chloe complains, and wond'rously is griev'd.

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That free, and lavish of a beauteous face,

The fairest and the fouleft of her race;

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She's mine, or thine; and strolling up and down, Sucks in more filth than any fink in town,

I not deny; this I have faid, 't is true:

What wrong! to give fo bright a nymph her due. 8

IMPATIENT

ON THE SAME.

MPATIENT with defire, at last

I ventur'd to lay forms afide :
'Twas I was modeft, not the chafte;
Chloe, fo gently prefs'd, comply'd.

With idle awe, an am'rous fool,

I gaz'd upon her eyes with fear:

Say, Love! how came your flave fo dull
To read no better there?

Thus, to ourselves the greatest foes,
Altho' the nymph be well inclin'd,

For want of courage to propofe,
By our own folly the 's unkind.

CORINNA.

CORINNA in the bloom of youth
Was coy to ev'ry lover;

Regardless of the tend'reft truth,
No foft complaint could move her.

Mankind was her's: all at her feet

Lay proftrate and adoring;

The witty, handsome, rich, and great,
In vain alike imploring.

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