[Metamorphosis.]

When Damon woo’d the growing Charms Of lovely Celi[a] to his Arms, He lived in Dread the While; He trembled at a Rival’s Name And felt Distress, if any came To catch a transient Smile.

The gentle Maid at Length complied; And “why is Damon hurt?” she cry’d, “That I his Rivals see?” “Because I dread,” [said he, “my Dear,] [Thy Person] should to them appear “As it appears to me.”—

They married, and their Love decay’d; For then the Slattern Wife repaid The Husband’s Scorn and Slight; While he to other Scenes retir’d, And kept her whom he once admir’d From every Stranger’s Sight.

But “why,” the Wife indignant cry’d, “Am I insulted and denied Our Friends or Foes to see?”— “Because I feel a prudent fear [Thy] Person should to all appear As it appears to me.”

JANE ADAIR.

Wert thou, my Love, some Vagrant Maid Who beg’d from Door to Door, And wert thou then of Vice afraid, And good as well as poor: I still would true and faithful prove And Fortune’s Wrongs repair; I’d lead thee to the Altar, Love, And wed with Jane Adair.

Wert thou a Lady of the Land, Thy Charm should be my theme; Still would I ask that lovely Hand, Still woo thy fond Esteem; Thro’ Rivals I would win my Way To one so good and fair; And do the Deeds I dare not say, To wed with Jane Adair.

The Treasures that in Mountains hide Adventurous Men explore; Or deep in cavern’d Mines abide, And dig the glittering ore; And shall the Wretch who toils for gain More persevering be Than I, who labour to obtain Love, Happiness, and thee?