ON A

BEAUTIFUL YOUTH

STRUCK BLIND BY

LIGHTNING.

SURE 'twas by Providence design’d,

Rather in pity, than in hate,
That he shou'd be, like Cupid, blind,

To save him from Narcissus' fate.

A JONNET.

A SONNET.

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,

Lost to every gay delight; Myra, too sincere for feigning,

Fears th' approaching bridal night.

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Yet why impair thy bright perfection!

Or dim thy beaạty with a tear? Had Myra follow'd my direction,

She long had wanted cause of fear.

VOL. 11.

TIE

GOOD-NATUR’D MAN;

COMEDY:

AS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE-ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN:

FIRST PRINTED IN M,DCCLXVIII.