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Written upon the aforesaid Lady's saying, a Gentleman

fell asleep in a Coach, in which she was.

W HEN Fast was sitting in a coach,

Fair Delia by his side,
He felt intrusive sleep approach,

As he her beauties ey'd.

O happy youth, hadst thou not let

Sweet slumber thus surprise,
Thy death wound, thou hadst surely met,

From Delia's brilliant eyes.

Then bless thy near escape, O East,

And in thy closet pray,
Yearly too keep a sacred feast,

łą honor of that day.

Far

“ Full many a gem of purest ray serene,

The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;": But gems of Sympathy, how seldom seen,

Though none with these, in value can compare!

The precious pearl of sympathetic woe,

Which deck'd the lustre, of thy steady eye, Made my tears too, in silent sorrow flow,

And wast to thee the tribute of a sigh.

Forgive him, then, in pity to thy fate,

Who touch'd the String, on which thy Sorrows hung; Since from that hour, his sorrows he may date,

Who is, like thee, by Cupid's poison stung.

EXTEMPORE

EXTEMPORE VERSES,

· UPON A LADY,

Who repulsed me, as I was going to salute her, and

put on a grare angry look.

THOUGII Flies may rifle Delia's charms,

Her heav'nly nectar sip;
Yet nobler 1, am barr’d the pow'r,

To touch sweet Delia's lip.

Then why should man behold with scorn!

The happier insect race ? When even flies may dare to do,

What human forms disgrace.

Oh that I could but change my shape,

And be an insect too,
That I might lovely Delia kiss,

And all her beauties view.

But

But ah! alas ! I cannot hope

To change this human mien; For that same God, who form’d my clay,

Has their Creator been.

But I can quit these once lov'd scenes,

Since winter's frosts appear; And hasten to some warmer clime,

Where cold nor storm I fear.

For now my charming Delia frowns,

The East wind chills my breast, Which, till she smiles, no more will feel

The zephyrs of the West,

VERSES

Written upon the aforesaid Lady's saying, a Gentleman

fell asleep in a Coach, in which she was.

W HEN Fast was sitting in a coach,

Fair Delia by his side,
He felt intrusive sleep approach,

As he her beauties ey'd.

O happy youth, hadst thou not let

Sweet slumber thus surprise,
Thy death wound, thou hadst surely met,

From Delia's brilliant eyes,

Then bless thy near escape, O East,

And in thy closet pray,
Yearly too keep a sacred feast,

19 honor of that day.

Far

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