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ficiently guarded from offending that charming delicacy of the sex, which every man must admire, and ought to respect. These were the luxuriances of an age, when the men of pleasure lavished wit and genius, as well as health and fortune, upon their diversions. Had they lived at a time when taste was more refined, and manners were less licentious, their natural gallantry would have restrained them from offering an outrage to those, whom they most wished for readers and admirers.
I hope I have now said enough to intimate for what class of readers this Work is calculated. The soft warbler, who fills up a vacancy of thought with a tune, in which the succession of words gives no idea but that of a succession of sounds, will here be much disappointed in meeting with the names of Prior, Congreve, and Landsdowne, instead of Arne, Brent, and Tenducci. The midnight roarer of coarse jest and obscenity will be still farther out of his element. But to those who are enamoured with that sacred art, which beyond every other elevates and
refines the soul, to whom the sprightly lyre of Horace and Anacreon, and the melting music of Sappho still sound, though ages have passed since they vibrated on the ear, I will venture to promise a source of enjoyment, from the Works of those great masters whose names adorn this Collection, which I hope they will not think too dearly purchased by the perusal of such introductory matter as is submitted to their candid examination.
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES.
A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound
297 307 222 279 328 103 110 67 58 203 206 150 235 316 116
65 218 326 318 280 254 238 159 264
Bid me when forty winters more
Boast not, mistaken swain, thy art
188 251 341
151 216 219 213 211 237 137
Can love be controll’d by advice
91 203 350 208 192
Damon, if you will believe me
little native vale Despairing beside a clear stream Drink to me only with thine eyes
60 314 157 200 347
Encompass’d in an angel's frame
Fair Amoret is gone astray
young Far in the windings of a vale
193 145 73