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 ( 8 ) Convey my longing to the fair, the Goddefs I adore

THE LOVER'S CHAIN.

Ye fair poffes'd of every ebarm, to captivate the will, Whofe fmiles can vage itfelf difarm, whofe frowns itfelf can kill : Say will yon dein the verfe to hear, where flattery bears no part. An honeft verfe that flows fincere, and candour from my heart Great is thy power but greater yet, mankind it might engage. If, as ye all can make a net, ye all could make a cage : Each nymph a thoufand hearts might gain, for who’s to beauty blind ? But to what end a prifoner make, unlefs ye have ftrength to bind

Attend the council often told, too often told in vain ; Learn the beft art, the heart to hold, and lock the lover’s chain. Gatnefters to little purpefe win, who lofe again as laft ; ’Tis beauty makes the charms enfnare, and fweetnefs makes it laft.

Glafgow, Printed by J.1 M. Robertfon, Saitmarket- 1802.