Oh mock not then their penitential woes, Nor deem me one of melancholy's train, I steal impatient from the idle throng, "Tis virtue's talk to foothe affliction's finart, *This poem was first published in 1763. YARICO ADVERTISEMENT. Inkle is preparing to fet out for England, after having fold Yarico to a merchant at Barbadoes, ' notwithstanding that the poor girl, (fays the Spectator) to incline him to commiferate her 'condition, told him that he was with child by him But he only made ufe of that information to • rise in his demands upon the purchaser.' YARICO TO INK LE. WITH falfehood lurking in thy fordid breast, Dar'ft thou, Oh Chriftian! brave the founding waves, No curfe-fraught accents from these lips fhall flow; One humble boon is all I now implore, Allow these feet to print their kindred shore : Give me, Oh Albion's fon! again to roam, For thee deferted my delightful home: Το To view the groves that deck my native scene, The limpid ftream, that graceful glides between: Afcend the throne which I forfook for thee: The scenes the hand of time has thrown behind, Return impetuous to my bufy mind: • What hoftile veffel quits the roaring tide To harbour here its tempeft-beaten fide? • Behold the beach receives the fhip-wreck'd crew 'Who tread with cunning ftep the maze of art, ་ And mask with placid looks a canker'd heart? Yet note, fuperior to the num'rous throng, ⚫ (Even as the citron humbler plants among) 'That youth!-Lo! beauty on his graceful brow, • With nameless charms bids ev'ry feature glow: Ah! leave, fair ftranger, this unsocial ground, 'Where danger broods, and fury stalks around. • Behold thy foes advance-my steps pursue To where I'll fcreen thee from their fatal view: 'He |