The following LINES were written upon

Mrs.

CRE WE,

By the Honourable

CHARLES J A MES FOX.

WHERE the loveliek expresħun to features is

By nature's most delicate pencil defign'l;
Where blushes unbidden, and smiles without art,
Speak the softness and feeling that dwell in the heart ;
Where in manners enchanting no blemish we trace,
But the soul keeps the promise we had from the face;
Sure philosophy, reason, and coldness must prove
Defences unequal to shield us from love :
Then tell me, mysterious enchanter, oh tell;
By what wonderful art, by what magical spell,
My beart is so fenc'd that for once I am wise,
And

gaze without raptures on Amoret's eyes ; That

my wishes which never were bounded before, Are here bounded by friendship, and ask for no more,

Is't reason? no; that my whole life will belye,
For who so at variance as reason and I?
Is't ambition that fills up each chink of my

heart,
Nor allows any softer sensation a part ?
Oh no! for in this all the world must agree',
One folly was never suficient for me.
Is my mind on distress too intensely employ'd,
Or by pleasure relax'd, by variety cloy'd ?
For alike in this only, enjoyment and pain
Both lacken the fprings of those nerves which they

strain, That I've felt each reverse that from fortune can flow, 'That I've tasted cach bliss that the happiest know, Has still been the whimsical fate of my life, Where anguish and joy have been ever at ftrife. But tho'vers’d in th extremes both of pleasure and pain, I am still but too ready to feel them again. If then for this once in my life I am free, And escape from a snare might catch wiser than me; 'Tis that beauty alone but imperfectly charms For tho'brightness may dazzle 'tis kindness that warms : As on suns in the winter with pleasure we gaze, But feel not the warmth though their splendour we

praise, So beauty our just admiration may claim, But love, and love only the heart can inflame.

1.

On seeing the Duchess of Devonshira in full

Dress.

CO
OME, thou goddess fair and free,

Whom the meek nymph, Simplicity,
To the son of Maia bore,
And nurs'd upon th’ Athenian shore,
Then to thy fire her charge refign'd,
Who to such elegance of mind
Added, whatever polish'd cafe
Could give, and all the arts to please :
Whether on Reynolds (beauty's friend)
Thou biddest every grace attend ;
Or smiling doft in sportive song
Hail the great guest of Kien-long *:
Hither, various goddess, hafte,
Boundless, inimitable taste,

*

And save those charms from fashion's tawdry reign,
Which Nature gave to Dev'n, and gave in vain

From her cumbrous forehead tear
The architecture of her hair,
But leave one snow-white plume to fhew
It faintly mocks the neck belowa
Snatch from her lip the immodeft guile
Of affectation's constant smile,
And on her cheek replace the rose,
Which, pale and wan, no longer glows
With all that beauty, youth, and love,
Could
copy

from some faint above-
Would the promise real bliss,
Bid her seem but what she is :
Or, if lovelier Itill The'd be,
From Granby learn to worship thee.

Lincolis-Inn New-squarı.

VI'ritten in the Garden of a 'Friend. .

By W. MA SON, A. M.

W

HILE o'er my head this laurel-woven bow's

Its arch of glittering verdure wildly fings, .Can.fancy slumber? can the tuneful pow'r,

That rules my lyre, neglect her wonted itrings ?

No; it the blightning East deform'd the plain,

If this gay bank no balmy sweets exhald, Still Mould the grove re-echo to my ftrain, And friendship prompt the theme, where beauty

fail'd.

For he, whose careless art this foliage drest,

Who bad these twining braids of woodbine bend, He first with truth and virtue taught my breast

Wherę best to chuse, and best to fix a friend,