Run stanza into stanza. Break your lines, And form them that the first and fourth

may chime,

And to the third the second be the rhyme. Oft introduce a colon: but when shines

A gleam of passion, never then neglect
A note of admiration, and an Oh!

For thus you will display a deal of wo,
And to your Sonnet give a fine effect.

Then lug two limping lines in, at the close, And swear 'tis thus the great PETRARCHA'S metre flows.

TO A BELLE.

My wooing mind shall be express'd
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes.

Love's Labour Lost.

WHILE fluttering beaux around you sigh,
And, simpering, swear their love is true;

Say of those eyes you robb'd the sky,
And from Aurora stole her hue;

And talk of snow, and flames, and darts,
Ecstatick love, and torturing pain,

And turtle doves, and bleeding hearts,

And charms that might make Venus vain;

I, lady, if I must express

My passion, to be understood, Think you no goddess-nay, confess

I love you more as flesh and blood.

THE little winged god is obliged to

undergo many metamorphoses.

COWLEY,

in one place, makes him a husbandman:

Love does on both her lips forever stray,

And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.

This might be tolerated, as his mistress is spoken of as a quantity of corn:

Thou now one heap of beauty art.

But he can never be pardoned for converting him into an abominable apothecary:

Cordials of pity give me now,

For I too weak for purging grow.

He must, indeed, have had the "quotidian of love upon him," with a vengeance.

"Your true lovyer" (as the learned Mrs. GLASSE instructs us of a welch-rabbit) must be served up hot, or he is good for nothing.

P. FRANCIUS says:

Aestuat intus,

Et mea nescio quis viscera torret amor.

And HERCULES STROZA bawls out, as if poor
Cupid was a perfect incendiary:

Uror, io, saevas, remove, puer improbe! flammas;
Uror, &c.

The best remedy for a person in such a situation, would be, to bring another, of a different description, in contact with him; as, for example, the following, who, I think, would very quickly extinguish his flames:

In fontes abeunt oculi, sensimque liquescit
Corpus, et humectat lacrymarum pascua rivo.
Supremum, ô Amarylli, vale; vale, ô Amarylli.