. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . oul dies in me, and my Spirits fail,When I refled on all that weight of Woe,Which thy poor, trembling Soul mull undergoWhen this fad News fhall ftrike thy torturd Ear,And drownd in Grief tumultuous
. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . oul dies in me, and my Spirits fail,When I refled on all that weight of Woe,Which thy poor, trembling Soul mull undergoWhen this fad News fhall ftrike thy torturd Ear,And drownd in Grief tumultuous You fhall hear I Thefe 66 P O E M S O N Thefe killing Words pronouncd thy Wife is Dead,And all the Pleafures of thy Life are fled : But here 111 flop Too well I know the Anguifh of your Heart,Too well I know, I touch the tender ft Part;The more I ftrive to offer you ReliefBy fond Reflections, and aflwage your Grief;The more the heaving Tides of Sorrow rife,Unman your Soul, and melt your yielding Eyes. But know, thou fondeft, know, thou deareftFriend!Know, that ere this poor Life fliall feel its End,To Thee dear Man! my lateft Breath fhall flee,And the laft ftruggling Sigh be breathd for Thee;For never, never miift I fee you more,Soon at one Gafp this Being will be oer: Then SEVERAL OCCASIONS 67 Then take this laft Adieu! Farewell for Life,But ftill believe me Your obedient Wife. -. 1/ ft jt. ■ 12 TO 68 POEMS ON «^v&!o ^S&Xi^ <S2S&s& tSSS ?S*^ 222s K^rS^v^AAt TO THE NIGHTINGALE SWeet Songfter of the Woods and Grove!Ceafe your melancholy Strain ;Alas too well I know, I Love, Too fure I feel the pleafing Songfter of the Woods and Grove !Ceafe your Strains, I know, I Love. Go, tell the Nymph, for whom I burn,Tell my Phabe what 1 feel, Tell her, tis for her I mourn, All the love-£ck Tale reveal. Sweet Songfter of the Woods and Grove! Go, tell my ?habey how I Love. Thou SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 69 Thou, that art the Bird of Love, The Secret of my Soul impart;For fure you
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