Quanta mihi nervos, heu, quanta eft flamma medullas, Pectoris eximia nymphæ-jam dulcè tumentis IV. Circumdat mediam ceftus (mihi credite) nympham Qui folvas, felix, quisquis es, ante Deos! What flames my nerves invade When I behold the breast Of that too charming maid IV. Venus round Fanny's waist Who fhall her zone unloofe! The The PRETTY CHAMBERMAID: In Imitation of Ne fit Ancillæ tibi amor pudori, &c. Of Horace. I. COLLIN, oh! ceafe thy friend to blame, Who entertains a fervile flame. Chide not-believe me, 'tis no more Than great Achilles did before, II. The thund'ring Ajax Venus lays His flave Tecmeffa makes him yield, Who always fhar'd the bed she made. III. "Twas at the ten years fiege, when all The Trojans fell in Hector's fall, When Helen rul'd the day and night, And made them love and made them fight; Tho' I'm no hero, may not I? Movit Ajacem Telamone natum Forma captivæ dominum Tecmeffæ Arfit Atrides medio in triumpho. Virgine rapta: III. Barbaræ poftquam cecidêre turmæ Theffalo victore, & ademptus Hector Tradidit feffis leviora tolli Pergama Graiis. IV. Who knows? Polly Perhaps may be She has (I cannot doubt it) been Has chang'd her fceptre for a broom. Ah! ceafe to think it-how can fhe, So heedlefs of amaffing more, VI. But you, by carping at my fire, |