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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T124631 1073 K099398.000 Mendez, Moses. A collection of the most esteemed pieces of poetry: that have appeared for several years. With variety of originals, by the late Moses Mendez, Esq; and other contributors to Dodsley's collection. To which this is intended as a supplement. London printed for Richardson and Urquhart 1767 pp. 219-222. [8],320p. ; 8⁰.

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A SONG . I. SHALL Pope sing his flames With quality dames , And dutchesses toast when he dines ; Shall Swift ballads compose On the girls at the Rose , Whilst unsung is my fair Charlotte Lynes ? II . O ! were Phoebus my friend , Or would Bacchus but lend Me the spirits that flow from his wines , The lass of the mill , Molly Mogg , and Lepell , Shou'd be dowdies to fair Charlotte Lynes . III . The astronomer cries Look up to yon skies , And view the bright heavenly signs ; For a sight brighter far Than sun , moon , or star , Let him look at my fair Charlotte Lynes . IV . The miser for gain Thinks nothing of pain , And contentedly digs in the mines : Let him take all Peru , And rich Mexico too , What are these to my fair Charlotte Lynes ? V. Any porter may serve For a copy to carve An Alcides with muscular chines ; But a Venus to draw , Bright as eye ever saw , He must copy my fair Charlotte Lynes . VI . The favourite child , Whom her fondness has spoil'd , For mamma often whimpers and whines ; And this hour let me die But I languish and sigh , When I'm absent from fair Charlotte Lynes . VII . For quadrille when the fair Cards and counters prepare , They cast out the tens , eights , and nines ; And in love 'tis my fear The like fate I shall share , Discarded by fair Charlotte Lynes . VIII . Astrologers prove The conjunctions above , With their houses , squares , circles , and signs : But oh ! could they show One conjunction below Between me and my fair Charlotte Lynes . IX . With hearts full of rapture , Our good dean and chapter Count over , and finger their fines : But I'd give their estate , Was it ten times as great , For one kiss from my fair Charlotte Lynes . X. In the midst of gay sights , And foreign delights , For his country the banish'd man pines : Thus from her when away , Tho' my eyes they may stray , Yet my heart is with fair Charlotte Lynes . XI . Antiquity's page , The rev'rend sage Explains from old medals and coins ; But no comment so fit On youth , beauty , and wit , Can they find as my fair Charlotte Lynes . XII . It is Atropos' sport With her sheers to cut short The thread which dame Lachesis twines : But forbear , you curst jade , Or cut mine , not the thread That was spun for my fair Charlotte Lynes . XIII . The young pair for a crown , On his book paid him down , The sacrist Tom White . obsequiously joins ; Was I bishop , I swear I'd resign him my chair , To unite me with fair Charlotte Lynes . XIV . For my first night I'd go To those regions of snow , Where the sun for six months never shines ; And , oh ! there shou'd complain He too soon came again To disturb me with fair Charlotte Lynes . XV. The pastures , the sheep , Shall exchange for the deep , And mackrel shall grow on the vines ; The sun shall burn blue , Ere my heart proves untrue , Or forgets to love fair Charlotte Lynes .