"Forbid it, heaven!" the Hermit cried, And clafp'd her to his breast: The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide;'Twas Edwin's felf that prest. "Turn, Angelina, ever dear, "My charmer turn to see "Thy own, thy long loft Edwin here, "Reftor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, "And ev'ry care refign, "And fhall we never, never part, "My life-my all that's mine? "No, never, from this hour to part, "We'll live and love fo true: "The figh that rends thy conftant heart, "Shall break thy Edwin's too. C AN ELEGY ΟΝ ΤΗΣ DEATH OF A MAD DOG. GOOD people all, of ev'ry fort, Give ear unto my fong; And if you find it wond'rous short, In Iflington there was a man, A kind and gentle heart he had, When he put on his cloaths. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mungrel, puppy, whelp and hound, And curs of low degree. This This dog and man at first were friends; The dog, to gain his private ends, Around from all the neighb'ring streets, The wound it feem'd both fore and sad, To ev'ry christian eye; And while they fwore the dog was mad, But foon a wonder came to light, STANZAS ON WOM A N. WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can footh her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her fhame from ev'ry eye, To give repentance to her lover; And wring his bofomis to die. THE GIFT: TO IRIS, IN BOW-STREET, COVENT-GARDEN. SAY, cruel Iris, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, My heart, a victim to thine eyes, Say, would the angry Fair One prize A bill, a jewel, watch or toy, If gems or gold, impart a joy, I'll give them-when I get 'em. I'll give-but not the full-blown rofe, I'll give thee fomething yet unpaid, I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid, |