To a Young Lady, on her Lark. I. EE how thy captive Lark, SEE While Clouds obfcure the Sky, Sits penfive in his Cage, And pines for Liberty! II. But if the Sun breaks forth, He ftrait renews his Note; Forgets he e'er was free, And swells his warbling Throat. III. So when thy awful Brow Frowns with Difdain or Hate; I groan beneath thy Yoke, And curfe my ill-ftarr'd Fate. 7 IV. But IV. But when thy heav'nly Face With pleasing Smiles looks gay, I blefs my Conqueror, And glory to obey. V. Then fince I'm doom'd thy Slave, Compaffionate my Pains; I beg not to be free, But give me eafie Chains. L AST Night when Sleep, with grateful Rest, Had calm'd the Tumults in my Breast; My Fancy, to my glad Surprize, Plac'd Clara's Form before my Eyes: Endearing Smiles did then adorn. I ran with Transport to the Shade, And clasp'd the visionary Maid ; An EPIGRAM. O more, O Rome, thy wrong Belief defend, N° No more for seven Sacraments contend: Each wedded Wretch can readily confute ANOTHER. OT all the Shifts that crafty Rome invents, Can e'er compleat her Tale of Sacraments: For while the wedded Laymen, to their Coft, Find Matrimony all in Penance loft, The Clergy own, debarr'd the Nuptial Flame, On HUMAN LIFE. 1. Ince all Mankind to Happiness Since Lay fome fantastic Claim ; 'Tis ftrange, among fo great a Crowd, That all should mifs their Aim. II. How were I bleft, the Peasant cries, Curft be this Grandeur, fays the Prince, The Source of all my Care. III. As when fome craggy Cliff from far And, with the diftant Profpect fir'd, IV. But |