The Shamrock or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte] |
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OCCASIONAL EPILOGUE TO THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERD.
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OCCASIONAL EPILOGUE TO THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERD.
Such were the Scenes, Italian Fancy wrought,
Ere Musick from the Stage had banish'd Thought;
Led on, where Heroes trod, a beardless Throng,
Warblers, who ravish—only with a Song.
Ere Musick from the Stage had banish'd Thought;
Led on, where Heroes trod, a beardless Throng,
Warblers, who ravish—only with a Song.
Ladies, what think ye of Myrtillo's Vows?
What modern Youth would die, to save his Spouse?
Our wiser Lovers, in these reasoning Days,
To gain their Mistresses, chuse milder Ways:
With Parents calmly traffick for the Daughter;
And wait 'till Lawyers sign her—Imprimatur;
When, after tedious Moons of Wishing, Lo!
The eager Bride finds in her Arms—a Beau:
What modern Youth would die, to save his Spouse?
Our wiser Lovers, in these reasoning Days,
To gain their Mistresses, chuse milder Ways:
With Parents calmly traffick for the Daughter;
And wait 'till Lawyers sign her—Imprimatur;
When, after tedious Moons of Wishing, Lo!
The eager Bride finds in her Arms—a Beau:
Who can the Coxcomb's happy Lot express?
His Knowlege, Fashions, and his Business, Dress?
Lord of the Snuff-Box, and the sparkling Ring;
A smiling, bowing, necessary Thing;
Too vain, to love; too low, to be abus'd;
And just despis'd enough, to be well-us'd.
His Knowlege, Fashions, and his Business, Dress?
Lord of the Snuff-Box, and the sparkling Ring;
A smiling, bowing, necessary Thing;
Too vain, to love; too low, to be abus'd;
And just despis'd enough, to be well-us'd.
But, of our Sex, ye Men of Sense, beware;
Your Slavery is the Triumph of the Fair,
'Twixt Reason doom'd, and Passion, long to vary,
To doubt, examine, ponder, judge,—yet marry.
Your Slavery is the Triumph of the Fair,
'Twixt Reason doom'd, and Passion, long to vary,
To doubt, examine, ponder, judge,—yet marry.
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Long, polish'd Nations have admir'd these Strains;
Rome's brightest Beauties crowded to these Scenes;
Yet, never the applauded Author drew
A fairer Circle, than we boast in you:
Kindly, then, praise Myrtillo's generous Mind;
So may each Nymph a faithful Shepherd find.
Rome's brightest Beauties crowded to these Scenes;
Yet, never the applauded Author drew
A fairer Circle, than we boast in you:
Kindly, then, praise Myrtillo's generous Mind;
So may each Nymph a faithful Shepherd find.
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