LINES TO A YOUNG LADY,

Oh! form'd to prompt the smile or tear,

At once so sweet, yet so severe!

As much for you as him I grieve;

Ah! thoughtless! if you thus can leave

A mind with wit and learning bright,

Where Temper sheds its cloudless light;

Where manly honour, taste refin'd,

With ev'ry virtue, are combin'd;

If you can quit a heart so true,

Which has so often throbb'd for you,

I'll pity, tho’ I can n't reprove;

And did I, such is Florio's love,

Eager he'd fly to take thy part,

E'en in a war against his heart.