D ULCIBELLA whene'er I fue for a kifs, Refufing the blifs, crys, no, no, no, no, Leave me, Alexis, ah! what wou'd you do? When I tell her I'll go, ftill the crys no, no, no; No, no, my Alexis, ah! tell me not fo. Tell me, fair one, tell me why, Why fo coming, why fo fhy: Why fo kind, and why fo coy: Tell me, fair one, tell me why You'll neither let me fight nor fly. Tell me, fair one, tell me why You'll neither let me live nor die, L UCINDA is bewitching fair, She is the queen of love proclaim'd; P HILLIS, whofe heart was unconfin'd, 'Mongst all the languishing and amorous fwaius: Till on a time the hapless maid Strephon, the careless fhepherd, fleeping lay: Her cheeks with blufhes cover'd were, Unusual pains the feels from every charm: A H! Charmion, fhroud those killing eyes, That dart th' extremes of pleafure; Elfe Celadon, tho' favour'd, dies, As well as him whom you despise; Tho' in this different measure: Abate thy luxury of charms, And only part discover: Thy tongue, as well as eyes, hath charms To the poor lift'ning lover. For to behold them in full force we die." I SEE fhe flies me every where, Her eyes her fcorn difcover; But what's her fcorn, or my defpair, Since 'tis my fate to love her? Were fhe but kind whom I adore, I might live longer, but not love her more. A mad He. B A mad Dialogue. EHOLD the man that with gigantick might Storm Jove's bright palace, put the gods to flight, Come on, ye fighting fools, that petty jars She. Who's he that talks of war When beauty does come in? Whofe fweet face, divinely fair, Öbeys each glance, each awful nod, And dreads the lightning of my killing eyes More than the fierceft thunder in the skies. He. Ha, ha, ha! now, now, we mount up high, Charge on the azure dawns of ample sky; She: I She. By the disjointed matter That crouds thy pericranium, I nicely have found, that thy brain is not found, He. Come let us plague the world then, For by instinct I find, thou art one of the kind Chorus. Then mad, very mad, very mad, let us be, She. My face has heaven inchanted, With all the sky-born fellows: (kifs'd, Jove prefs'd to my breaft, and my bofom he He. I challeng'd grifly Pluto, But the god of fire did fhun me; (club, Witty Hermes I drubb'd round the pole with my For breaking jokes upon me. Then mad, &c. She. I found Apollo finging; The tune my rage encreases; I made him fo blind, with a look that was kind, He I drank a health to Venus, And the mould on her white fhoulder ; " Mars flinch'd at the glafs, and I threw't in his face i Ske |