mischief.

It would be tedious to enumerate here all the poems of Sir Charles
Sedley; let it suffice to say, that they are printed in two small
volumes along with his plays, and consist of translations of Virgil's
Pastorals, original Pastorals, Prologues, Songs, Epilogues, and little
occasional pieces.

We shall present the reader with an original pastoral of Sir Charles's,
as a specimen of his works.

He lived to the beginning of Queen Anne's reign, and died at an age near
90; his wit and humour continuing to the last.

A Pastoral Dialogue between THIRSIS and STREPHON.

THIRSIS.

Strephon, O Strephon, once the jolliest lad,
That with shrill pipe did ever mountain glad;
Whilome the foremost at our rural plays,
The pride and envy of our holidays:
Why dost thou sit now musing all alone,
Teaching the turtles, yet a sadder moan?
Swell'd with thy tears, why does the neighbouring brook
Bear to the ocean, what she never took?
Thy flocks are fair and fruitful, and no swain,
Than thee, more welcome to the hill or plain.

STREPHON.