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—medio de fonte leporum

Surgit amari aliquid.—Lucret.

Julia was blest with beauty, wit, and grace:

Small poets loved to sing her blooming face.

Before her altars, lo! a numerous train

Preferr'd their vows; yet all preferr'd in vain.

Till charming Florio, born to conquer, came,

And touch'd the fair one with an equal flame.

The flame she felt, and ill could she conceal

What every look and action would reveal.

With boldness then, which seldom fails to move,

He pleads the cause of marriage and of love;

The course of hymeneal joys he rounds,

The fair one's eyes dance pleasure at the sounds.

Naught now remain'd but "Noes"—how little meant—

And the sweet coyness that endears consent.

The youth upon his knees enraptured fell:—

The strange misfortune, oh! what words can tell?

Tell! ye neglected sylphs! who lap-dogs guard,

Why snatch'd ye not away your precious ward?

Why suffer'd ye the lover's weight to fall

On the ill-fated neck of much-loved Ball?

The favorite on his mistress casts his eyes,

Gives a melancholy howl, and—dies!

Sacred his ashes lie, and long his rest!

Anger and grief divide poor Julia's breast.

Her eyes she fix'd on guilty Morio first,

On him the storm of angry grief must burst.

That storm he fled:—he woos a kinder fair,

Whose fond affections no dear puppies share.

'Twere vain to tell how Julia pined away;—

Unhappy fair, that in one luckless day

(From future almanacs the day be cross'd!)

At once her lover and her lap-dog lost!