. 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 . V^?v J%S /y* JZ^*V5jj?* V^?w --J** +*£* *^» ^ SONNET Imitated From f SPENCER. CHloes as cold as Ice, all Day,And I ftill burn like Fire;Why dont her Coldnefs melt awayBefore my warm Defire ? Or why
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. 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 . V^?v J%S /y* JZ^*V5jj?* V^?w --J** +*£* *^» ^ SONNET Imitated From f SPENCER. CHloes as cold as Ice, all Day, And I ftill burn like Fire;Why dont her Coldnefs melt awayBefore my warm Defire ? Or why is not my fervent fi/^Checkd by her chilling Ice; But I grow hotter^ as I gaze, The Flames much ftronger rife. X 2 Strange! i<*4 POEMS ON Strange! that by Fire, which fofiens all, More Hardnefs Ice fhould take, And Ice, where-e er it chance to fall, A fudden Flame fhould make. But fuch is Loves prevailing Force, In ev ry gentle Mind; It alters all whole Natures Courfe, And rules in ev ry Kind. eJ&7^ <M53a5 (fjy^h. EPI, SEVERAL OCCASIONS, itf; ^QQ0QQSGQQSQ0CQ0£Q05Q05Q03QQ coecoooeecoxoeboeooeeoeGOO1 .- EPIGRAM O N A mm yfi BLIND MAN In Love with a FINE LADY. SR. Fopliris blind, yet feels the Lovers Smart, Tis hard indeed to loofe both Eyes and Heart:But does he think to keep fo rich a Prize, When Argus faild, who had a hundred Eyes ?Come, come, Sr. Foplin! either loofe your Chain, Or elfe go, get a Brace of Eyes again. t< tj r? 166 P O E M S O N THE Simple MAID. B « Lou%eltnda one Day, as (lie lay on the Plain, Was furprisd in her Bread with a tickling Pain, She had often heard talk of a SeafonOf Preffing, Careffing, Of Hugging and Sighing, Of Melting and Dying, But never knew what was the 1{eajon. As Bumkinet chancd to be ftroling that Way, He tumbld and towzld the Lafs as fhe lay, And SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 167 And told her that this was the Sea/onOfPreffing, Careffing, Of Hugging and Sighing, Of Melting and Dying jShe likd it, as fomething offyafon. When the Towzling was over, up