Imitations

— Nec dulces amores Sperne puer, neque tu choreas Donec virenti canities abest Morosa.—

Let us while in our youthful prime, While yet we're unimpair'd by Time, Enjoy th' extatic sweets of Love, And in the dance with Margaret move; For hoary age will quickly come, And take away our fire and bloom.

Since first Fermanagh's lawns and plains Have shewn what gloomy season reigns, We pass'd no happy fleeting hours, In Crum's paradisaic bow'rs; Ah blissful groves! ah peaceful shades! Where late I woo'd the blue-ey'd maids!