Sat. V. The Universal Pdssidn . p yLike a Dove’s n eck , (he s hifts her tra nsient charm s„And is her own dear rival in your arms.

But one admirer has the painted lass*

Nor finds that one, but in her looking-glass:

Yet Laura % beautiful to such excess,t.

^ That all her art scarce makes her please the less:j. To deck the female cheek He only knows*

(c Who paints less fair the lilly , and the rose,

How gay they smile ? filch blessings nature potirS*O’er-llockt mankind enjoy but .half her (lores jIn diilant wilds, by human eyes unseen*

She rears her flow’rs, and spreads her velvet greemPure gurgling rills the lonely defart trace,

And waste their musick on the savage race.

Is Nature then a niggard os her bliss?

Repine we guiltless in a world like this?

H Bat