EVE OF SAN-PIETRO,

A TALE.

IN THREE VOLUMES,

Ruin from man is most conceal'd when near,
And sends the dreadful tidings in the blow!.
Is this the flight of fancy? would it were !
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings, but Himself,
That hideous sight-a NAKED HUMAN HEART!

YOUNG,

You've wrong'd me all, and on you all—but hold-
I form Revenge too mighty to be told !

Ovip's EPISTLES.

PRINTED FOR T. CADELL AND W. DAVIES, STRAND;

BY I, COLD, SHOE-LANE, FLEET-STRIET,

1801.