. 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 . You, that I leave the gay Town; And in Woods rather choofe for to ftray. L 2 Sweet 84 POEMSON Sweet Nightingale ! witnefs my Love, Sweet Nightingale! hear me complain;For you are forfook in the Gro
. 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 . You, that I leave the gay Town; And in Woods rather choofe for to ftray. L 2 Sweet 84 POEMSON Sweet Nightingale ! witnefs my Love, Sweet Nightingale! hear me complain;For you are forfook in the Grove, And treated, like me, with Difdain :111 tell out my Grief to the Trees, Ill tell it to eery clear Stream;That the Rocks may found forth, and the Breeze To fafiora may waft off the Theme. She forgets, how Ive fpent the long Night DifToIving to Reft in her Arms;She forgets all the Lovers Delight; She forgets, that fhe ever had Charms :Ye Winds ! let her know, how I love, Let her know, what for her I can bear jLet her know, how I live in the Grove, And at Night how I figh in the Air. And SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 8y And can You, falfe Nymph! be fo hard, As not to be movd at my Grief?And can Woman have no Regard To a Swain, who implores for Relief?Since You wont of my Anguifh approve, But flight me with Frowns, Ill give oer;Thro the Woods and wild Defarts 111 rove, And think of my Charmer no LA %6 P O E M S O N ^av •■/w «^wr*w^rrv«*w«yw s L A P E N S I F COme Thou, fair Nymph, that doft dwellIn the humble, rural Cell,Come, and with thee bring alongThe Goddefs of Poetick Song :Lay me down in pleafing Dreams,By the gently-rowling Streams 3Bring me to the rofy BowersWhere the filken, op ning FlowersWaft their Odours thro the Grove,The foft Elyjian Joys to prove:Now what Pleafures have I found!See ! what Profpedts rife around ! Towrs SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 87 Towrs and Battlements appear, Glitt nn<* Spires, and Domes from far; Now my Eye the Stru&ure fees •Deep within the t
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