ON AN UGLY OLD WOMAN SURROUNDED WITH DIAMONDS. PROUD of her gems, so large and bright, IMITATIONS OF OLD BALLADS. TO MY MAISTRESS, D. C. As doeth the birde of morninge, in high ayre, And when the chidynge voice he haps to hear Of his swete partner on her nest belowe,— That telleth him to leave the heavens above, And darte ydowne and singe unto hys love; Then doeth he leave at once the lofty skies, And to the maistresse of his pleasaunce flies : So when, far off, I heare thy pleasante voice, All I forsake to come, myne Love, to thee: Albeit with thee alone may I rejoyce, Thou art the life, the fountaine of my glee: And when I do not thy brighte form espye, The fountaine of my happinesse be drye. Sept. 6, 1787. BALLAD, BALLAD, BY THOMAS CAREW. WHAT is Beauty?—'Tis a flow'r That 'tis pluck'd to please the eye! CHLOE was the fairest Fair That did e'er entrance a swain; Love did yield her smile and air, And each Grace was in her train: Now is Love for ever flown, And the gentle Graces gone! She who Beauty's prize can boast, But, if we improve the Mind, That's a gem of polish bright; In that gem a rock we find, Bearing us 'mid DEATH's dark night: And with lustre gilds the gloom. July 19, 1798. POEMS ADVERTISEMENT. THE following ingenious Pieces form the Poetic Sheaf of the truly worthy and wonderful Being of whose history a sketch has been given in the First Volume of this Work. These effusions of his Muse will not tend to diminish the opinion which the Reader must have conceived of this truly good old Man. ON |