PASTORAL SONGS, EPITAPHS, &c, A SONNET

Little Cupid! strike a dart Stedfast at fair Daphne's heart; Make her glow with found desire, Fill her soul with am'rous fire.

Charm her with thy soft persuasion, Make her melt at Damon's name; Give, Oh! give one kind occasion, To appease my ardent flame.

Strive to make us blest for ever, In a peaceful, humble state; Let ambition move us never, Which abounds the rich and great.

Give us only decent substance, With a little harmless cot; There to live without reluctance: May this ever be our lot.