Those pleafing Hopes I now pursue,

Might fail, if you could prove unjust;
But Promises from Heav'n and you,
Who is fo impious to mistrust?

Here all my Doubts and Troubles end;
One tender Word my Soul affures;
Nor am I vain, fince I depend

Not on my own Defert, but yours.

The

The CONVERT.

Ejected as true Converts die,

DE

But yet with fervent Thoughts inflam'd,

So, faireft! at your Feet I lie,

Of all my Sex's Faults asham'd.

Too long, alas, have I abus'd

Love's innocent and facred Flame,

And that divineft Pow'r have us'd

To laugh at, as an idle Name.

But fince fo freely I confefs

A Crime which may your Scorn produce, Allow me now to make it less

By any juft and fair Excuse.

I

I then did vulgar Joys pursue ;

Variety was all my Bliss;

But ignorant of Love and You,

How could I chufe but do amifs?

If ever now my wandring Eyes

Seck out Amusements as before,

If e'er I look, but to despise

Such Charms, and value yours the more;

May fad Remorse, and guilty Shame

Revenge your Wrongs on faithless me; And, what I tremble ev'n to name,

May I lofe all in lofing thee,

The

The PICTURE.

In Imitation of Anacreon.

T

HOU Flatterer of all the Fair,

Come with all your Skill and Care;

Draw me fuch a Shape, and Face,
As your Flattery would difgrace.
Wish not that fhe would appear ;
'Tis well for you she is not here;
Scarce can you with safety see
All her Charms defcrib'd by me:

I alas the Danger know!

I alas have felt the Blow!

Mourn, as loft, my former Days,

That never fung of CELIA'S Praise;

And

And those few that are behind

I fhall bleft or wretched find,
Only just as she is kind.

With her tempting Eyes begin,

Eyes that would draw Angels in
To a fecond, fweeter Sin.

Oh, those wanton rowling Eyes!

At each Glance a Lover dies:

Make them bright, yet make them willing,
Let them look both kind and killing.

Next, draw her Forehead; then her Nose,

And Lips juft opening, that disclofe

Teeth fo white, and Breath so fweet,

So much Beauty, so much Wit,

To our very Soul they strike,

All our Senfes pleas'd alike.

But fo pure a White and Red,

Never, never, can be faid:

What are Words in fuch a cafe?

What is Paint to such a Face?