BALLAD. (Devoted to Celia, and blest in her…)

Devoted to Celia, and blest in her arms, How I thrill'd with delight as I ran o'er her charms, When methought on each grace as I gaz'd with surprise, For pre-eminence pleaded her mouth and her eyes:

Like counsel this opened, and tother replied, Appealing to me as a judge to decide.

Her mouth opening sweetly, thus said with a smile, ' 'Tis I who the torments of lovers beguile; ' I can speak, I can sing, I can vent the fond sigh, ' And vain may eyes promise, if I should deny:

' Then while rows of pearls vermeil lips sweetly hide, ' On our different charms 'twere not hard to decide.'

With ineffable sweetness, while looking me through, Her eyes careless cried—'Why I can speak too; ' And in such charming language, so made to controul, ' That of sensible lovers it goes to the soul:

' Mouths may fib, but while eyes to the heart are the guide, ' Twere no difficult task on our charms to decide.'

Transported with rapture, I cried with an oath ' Charming eyes, charming mouth, I'm in love with you both; ' To express your sweet influence no language has terms, ' One makes me a promise which tother confirms:

' Your words and your looks are my joy and my pride, ' On your different claims then how can I decide?'