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pollo wondering stood to fee The nymph transform'd into a tree; Vain were his lyre, his voice, his tuneful art,

His paffion and his race divine;


Nor cou'd th' eternal beams that round his temples Melt the cold virgin's frozen heart.

Nature alone can love infpire,
Art is vain to move defire;
If nature does the fair incline,
To their own paffion they'll refign.

LL fail upon the dog-ftar,
And then purfue the morning;
I'll chase the moon, till it be noon,
I'll make her leave her horning.

I'll climb the frosty mountain,

And there I'll coin the weather; I'll tear the rainbow from the sky, And tye both ends together.

The stars pluck from their orbs too,
And croud them in my budget:
And whether I'm a roaring boy,
Let all the nation judge it.

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Nature alone, &c.




ND I'll o'er the moor to Maggy,
Her wit and fweetness call me;
Then to my fair I'll fhew my mind,
Whatever may befal me.

If the love mirth, I'll learn to fing;
Or likes the nine to follow,
I'll lay my lugs in Pindus' spring,
And invocate Apollo.

If the admire a martial mind,
I'll fheath my limbs in armour;
If to the fofter dance inclin'd,

With gayeft airs I'll charm her;
If the love grandeur, day and night
I'll plot my nation's glory,
Find favour in my prince's fight,
And fine in future story.

Beauty can wonders work with cafe,
Where wit is corresponding,
And bravest men know beft to please,
With complaifance abounding.
My bonny Maggy's love can turn
Mc to what shape she pleases,
Af in her breast that flame fhall burn
Which in my bofom blazes. -

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goddefs, Lidia, heavenly fair, -
As lillies fweet, as foft as air;
Let loofe thy treffes, fpread thy charms,
And to my love give fresh alarms.

O let me gaze on those bright eyes;
Tho' facred lightning from 'em flies:
Shew me that foft, that modeft grace,
Which paints with charming red thy face..

Give me ambrofia in a kifs,

That I may rival Jove in blifs; ̈
That I may mix my foul with thine,
And make the pleasure all divine:

O hide thy bofom's killing white,
(The milky-way is not fo bright;)
Left you my ravish'd soul oppress
With beauty's pomp, and sweet excess.

Why draw'it thou from the purple flood of my kind heart the vital blood? Thou art all over endless charms! O take me, dying, to thy arms.

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s early I walk'd, on the first of fweet May,
Bencath a steep mountain,

Befide a clear fountain,

I heard a grave lute foft melody play,
Whilft the eccho refounded the dolorous lay,

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I liften'd and look'd, and fpy'd a young fwain,
With afpect diftreffed,

And fpirits oppreffed,

Seem'd clearing afresh like the sky after rain;
And thus he discover'd how he ftrove with his pain

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Tho' Eliza be coy, why fhou'd I repine
That a maid much above me,
Vouchfafes not to love me? t

In her high sphere of worth I ne'er cou'd fhine;
Then why fhou'd I feek to debafe her to mine?

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No! henceforth esteem fhall govern defire,

And in due fubjection

Return warm affection;


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To fhew that felf-love inflames not my fire,
And that no other fwain can more humble admire



When paffion fhall ceafe to rage in my breast,
Then quiet returning,

Shall hufh my fad mourning,

And lord of my self, in absolute rest,

I'll hug the condition which heav'n fhall think beft.

Thus friendship unmix'd, and wholly refin'd,
May still be respected,

Tho' love is rejected:

Eliza fhall own, tho' to love not inclin'd,

That the ne'er had a friend like her lover refign'd.

May the fortunate youth, who hereafter-shall woo,
With profprous endeavour,

And gain her dear favour,

Know as well as I what to' Eliza is due;

Be much more deferving, but never less true.

all be true that I do think,


There are five reafons we fhou'd drink:
Good wine, a friend, or being dry,
Or left we shou'd be by-and-by,
Or any other reafon why.

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