From a Gentleman, to a Lady, who had presented him with a CAKE HEART. BY THE SAME

With eager haste I homeward flew My precious gift to unfold; I saw, and at the flattering view, My transports thus I told.

Thou beauteous semblance of the heart That warms Lucinda's breast, Come, and each gentle joy impart As to my soul thou'rt press'd.

But still, tho chaste delight full oft To my fond heart you give, Yet thou, say what I will, no soft Impression canst receive.

O had Lucinda, lovely fair, Deign'd but her own to have given, The gift I'd cherish with that care As if 'twere sent from heaven.

In my own bosom it should lie, By no rude passion toss'd; And, hush'd to love, it should supply The place of mine that's lost.