ADVICE TO A YOUNG LADY, ON THE DANGER OF INDISCRIMINATE ACQUAINTANCE. To nature much, yet art declares, As much to her thou ow'it, And pointing out thy air and mien, She fays to fashion and improve She largely did impart, And modefty and candour join To regulate thy heart. Dear favourite of contending powers! Thus all thy charms affert, And wit and judgment eager rise, To publish thy defert. Then, lovelieft bloffom of the spring! Should folly dare aspire, Let not the fluttering infect nip That worth which all admire. Thy Cc Thy heart, ftill confcious of itself, Sufpects no latent snare; But where the sun intensely shines, And envy, like the canker worm, Is ftill affiduous to destroy, And oft, too oft, prevails. Even things most rare, familiar made, No longer are explor'd, Which treasur'd right might luftre gain; Might be like thee ador'd. Thy foul, where all perfections meet, All pure fenfations warm, Can the infipid dangler please? - Admitting fuch, howe'er in sport, All will not fo explain, And fenfe and honour 'twill deter, That ne'er give virtue pain. The The flimfy tribe may fuit the fcope Of flight unfinish'd girls; In thee 'twere wafte of time at beft If praise delight, 'tis merit's due, But thofe, who most deserve themselves, Mark you those mantling shrubs, how fair! The mantling fhrub, the opening flower, More noxious than the eastern blast The officious coxcomb's breath. It ranges far, it pierces deep, It spreads contagion round, And chief the baleful influence aims, Where charms like thine abound. Such Such affable engaging eafe, Such artlefs innocence, In fituation fo expos'd, Need fuch confummate fenfe. The first approach 'twere beft to guard; No wrong can vanity prefume, Thus the weak fhaft at random sped Oh! may experience dearly bought, EPIGRAM. JACK talks of honour, truth, and heart And kindness in event; Show it, fays Time-JACK fkulks apart→→ O! damn your fentiment. THE то RICHARD CROSBIE, ESQ.* ON HIS ATTEMPTING A SECOND AERIAL EXCURSION, TUESDAY MAY THE XIITH, MDCCLXXXV. THO' envy, CROSBIE! vilify thy name, And strive to blast the harvest of thy fame, The sentence paft, time only can reverse ; Majestic rifing pierc'd the azure vault; Towards earth from high his awful prefence bow'd, 5 ΤΟ 15 Eyes! |