ΟΝ ΤΗ Ε MONUMENT O F THE MARQUIS of WINCHESTER. E, who in impious times undaunted stood, And midst rebellion durft be just and good: Which, to preserve them, heav'n confin'd in thee. THE FAIR STRANGER, A SONG. H I. APPY and free, fecurely bleft; No beauty could disturb my reft My amorous heart was in defpair, To find a new victorious fair. II. Till you descending on our plains, ; With foreign force renew my chains; III. Your smiles have more of conqu❜ring charms, Than all your native country arms: Their troops we can expel with ease, Who vanquish only when we please. IV. But in your eyes, oh! there's the spell, O N THE YOUNG STATESMEN. CL LARENDON had law and fenfe, Bennet's grave look was a pretence, But Sunderland, Godolphin, Lory, To be repeated like John Dory, Protect us, mighty Providence, What wou'd these madmen have? First, they would bribe us without pence, And without pow'r enflave. |