ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING. SURE 'twas by Providence design'd, That he shou'd be, like Cupid, blind, A SONNET. A SONNET. WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Myra, too sincere for feigning, Yet why impair thy bright perfection! THE GOOD-NATUR'D MAN; COMEDY: AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN: FIRST PRINTED IN M,DCC,LXVIII. K 2 |