The Spider and the Bee_.
The maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
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But from the hoop's bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
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_The Happy Marriage_.
Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
* * * * *
_The Gamester_. Act iii. Sc. 4.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time
has not cropt the roses from your cheek,
though sorrow long has washed them.
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WILLIAM SHENSTONE.
1714-1763.
_Written on the Window of an Inn_.
Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
His warmest welcome at an inn.
_Jemmy Dawson_.
For seldom shall you hear a tale
So sad, so tender, and so true.
* * * * *
_The Schoolmistress_.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
Emblems right meet of decency does yield.
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JOHN BROWN.
1715-1766.
_Barbarossa_. Act. v. Sc. 3.
Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced
That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,
That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
Serves but to brighten all our future days.
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