Covent Garden Journal, August 8, 1752

Covent Garden Journal

August 08, 1752

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Issue date: Tuesday, August 8, 1752

Pages available: 4

Previous edition: Tuesday, August 1, 1752

Next edition: Tuesday, August 15, 1752

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Publication name: Covent Garden Journal

Location: London, Middlesex

Pages available: 360

Years available: 1727 - 1752

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Covent Garden Journal (Newspaper) - August 8, 1752, London, Middlesex By Sir ALEX AN D R Knt Cenfor of GREAT Price 3 AUGUST Tci be continued every SATURDAY in erunt Ignes drcufyue Cupidim Armd Difctntur Numeri culti fibulki Wbik Flames and Darts Loves Weapons Jbatt PoUte Jbatt it learn ttyftrain To Sir ALEXANDER your own I turns not much to I do not fuppofe vyoti are art Enemy to the Mufi cal Inhabitants of ParnafTus if fore I havedone tolerable Juftice to an incomparable Elegy which you muft formerly have got by Heart in a certain Book called Elefta or more commonly at Elector you if you pleafe prefent ft to the Teft of the I am Ti BULL Book i Elegy GIVE others to their Wifh the ihining And Trads of welltilld Land to fwell their Store Vainly Wealth new Cares To drive the wholefome Slumber from their Whether the dread Alarm imprint with Or Trumpets Clangour fpeak the Enmy may my Fate to humbler Scenes And on my Hearth my little Fire ftill ihine Be mine the honed Farmers pleafmg Let me his Labour and his Profit mare To plant the and make the Apple And have ray Vats with genVous Juice oerflow To pay the Gods due when I fee Adornd with Flowers fome or Stump of Tree With due Libations to facred yearly his claim Thy gracM with yellow The grateful flail with Care adorn Nor Priapus Guardian of my Without thy full Reward malt then be found Nor maU thy which frights the Birds difgrace the Honours oftfiatDay And my houfhold whofe conftant No lefs my than Target Fortunes Receive alike ati OffVing from my And let a Lamb riow for a Heifer Whilft round the Sacrifice the Rufties To celebrate with our Harveft Once fond of emulous of Lifes vain Purfuhs my only End Became j Now weand from wiCba Xlttle I find more folid Happinefs in Reft Now pleasd in the Heat to While cooling Waters with foft Mqnnors run Now not aihamM the twograind Fork to Or drive the tardy to the Field j Or in my Amis tcaf home the Hid or Left on the Gretmd by its forgetful Spare my fmall ye and Beafts of And let the larger your Rapine For the due Luftrations yearly In Streams of Milk to Pales mall be paid Be prefent evry nor fcom to The humble OfTring which the Poor can make What tho the Gift be and Veflels In little a gratpful Heart is feen j And long eer Gold or rofe to Veflels of Earth were no unfeemly To no Joy my Fathers Wealth I not the rich Mans ample Hoards Giveme a little Field to or A little Bed where I my Limbs may throw How pleasd at when Winds difturb niy To clafp my Delia to my panting Or when the drenching Rains around us LulTdby the Noife prolong our balmy Sleep f Be this my be Wealth his fordid Who can Lifes varied Toils and Dangers Ferifh all Thoughts of or 0r Eer Delias Eyes in Tears my Abfence moan Triumph ye mighty Chiefs oer Sea and Landj Thro Nations yet aflert Toil becomes the Spoils vour Country Renown ihalj fpread your Fame from Place to Whilft in filken Chains of Pleafure A conftant Porter at thy Gate am Praifel To dear Is more than is Happrners to me f Loft to my or With the Meafure of my Joy is full And when to Fate I muft refign my How bleft to clafp thee in the Pangs of f With trembling Hands ihake oer the Jaft Embrace And die gazing on thy Face f Then thou my When fteft theflter Shalt mingle Kiflfes with the friendly For thou wilt thy tender Heart will Thy Bofom was not made of Stone Thea lhalteach Youth in Tears his Grief Each Maid lament tfiy Sorrows asher own j Yet ah hear thy Lovers dying f ray Tear not thy nor rend thyffowing This this dying Comfort let me Fdrfore thy prief fierce beyond the Meatri while our Joys ifoo alas f Death puts ari to Tob old Age with flow unheeded Will fteal on and rob it of Ill fuits the fond Careft tire hoary Head 111 fuits the active Power is dead 111 fuits the faltring the tender Or amrous Glance from the long faded is thy Hour now lightfome Play Should drive each foolifh Senfeof Shame Now bluih not oppofing Doors to Or on ydur jealous Rivals Vengeance Now prefs with Ardour each refilling Now evry thing for Love and Pleafure Here your and Leader will And in the midft of Danger fearlefs Let the ambitious Fool for Honour And in the Iriftruments of War Farfrornroy Sight removd go grace tie Pitfy I aflc no Arms but thofe which Lovers wieldV jEnough forUfe isalllwilh or And Weahh and Poverty alike tbt C EN S T TP O N tie Approach of a for the fourth Eftate begin as ufual Tbis Paper is to be at the Univerfal Regifter next the Corner gf ;

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