Verses ty'd about a Fawn's Neck, which was presented to a very young Lady, call'd by her Friends the Ivory Maid.

Verses ty'd about a Fawn's Neck, which was presented to a very young Lady, call'd by her Friends the Ivory Maid.

By the Same.

As thro' this sylvan Scene I stray'd, I saw and lov'd the Iv'ry Maid: And hearing that she fled from Man, I begg'd this Form of mighty Pan; To try, by ev'ry winning Art, To gain Possession of her Heart; When raging Tempests cloud the Sky, Transported at her Feet to lie; When Phoebus brightens up the Weather, To trip it o'er the Lawns together.