I'll give, but not the full-blown rose, Or rose-bud more in fashion; Such short-liv'd off'rings but disclose A transitory passion. I'll give thee something yet unpaid, I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid STANZAS ON WOMAN. When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can sooth her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom-is, to die. t LINES, Inserted in the Morning Chronicle of April 3, 1800, E'EN have you seen, bath'd in the morning dew, The budding rose its infant bloom display; When first its virgin tints unfold to view, It shrinks, and scarcely trusts the blaze of day. So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came, Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek; Igaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame, Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion. weak. SONG, Intended to have been sung in the Comedy of "She Stoops to Conquer." AH me! when shall I marry me? But I will rally and combat the ruiner: |