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Beauty alone has power to please

Beauty and innocence, diftreft,

Beauty is not what I pray,

Beauty now alone fhall move him,

Behold the man that with gigantick might

Belinda, with affected mien,

Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues,

Blow, blow, Boreas, blow, and let thy furly winds

Blufh not redder than the morning,

Blyth was I each morn to fee

Boaft no more, fond fwain, of pleasure;

Bright wonder of nature,

By a difmal cypress lying,

Can life be a bleffing,

Ceafe your mufick, gentle fwains:

Celimena, of my heart

Charmer, hear your faithful lover,

Chafe me not away, my fair;

Cloe blush'd, and frown'd, and fwore,

Come, all ye fons of Adam,

Come, all ye youths, whofe hearts e'er bled

Come, gentle fleep, and as I lie,

Come, let us drink,

Come, little infant, love me now,

Come, my Celia, let us prove,

Come, my dear, whilst youth confpires

Come to my arms, my lovely fair,

Corinna is divinely fair,

Cruel defpair, no more torment me,

Cupid, difarm thyself on me,

Cupid, forbear thy childish arts;

Cupid, god of pleafing anguish,

Cuftom, alas! doth partial prove,

Cynthia frowns whene'er I woe her,

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Damon ask'd me but once, and I gave him denial, 264

Daphne, the beautiful and coy,

Dear charmer of my pleasure,

Dear pretty maid, don't fly me fo,

Dorinda's Sparkling wit and eyes,

Dulcibella, whene'er I fue for a kifs,

Fair Amoret is gone aftray,

Fair Charina! wondrous fair!

Fair Cloe my breast fo alarms

Fair Iris and her fwain

Fair nymph, remember all your fcorn

Fair rebel, to thy felf and time,

Fair Venus, they say,

Falfe though he be to me and love,

Farewell thou falfe Philander,

Fickle blifs! fantastick treasure!

Fie! Celia, fcorn the little arts

Foolish women, fly mens charms,

Forgive, fair creature, form'd to please,

Freedom, thou greatest blessing,

Free from the tumults and the noise,

From that one glance I wounded lie:

'Gainft keepers we petition,

Generous, gay, and gallant nation,

Gently touch the warbling lyre,

Give me more love, or more difdain,

Go, happy paper, doubly bleft,

Go, ye foft notes, and gently wake the fair,

Hail, facred mufe, and vocal shell,

Hail to the myrtle fhade,

Happy youth, thy fears difmifs,

Hark, Lucinda, to the wooing,

Hark, my Flora, love doth call us

Hear me, ye nymphs, and every swain,

Hear, ge ladies that defpife

Hither lotes and myrtles bring ;

Hopeless I languish out my days,

How difmal's the lover's condition,

How do they err, who throw their love

How happy am I,

How fmoothly the minutes, dear Celadon, flow,

Hymen, god of chafte delight,

I burn, my brain confumes to afhes,

I do confess thou'rt fmooth and fair,

If all be true that I do think,

If any fo wife is,

If Corinna wou'd but hear,

If love fuch a paffion as mine

If mighty wealth, that gives the rules

If he be not kind as fair,

If the quick spirit of your eye,

If you fue to Venalia to grant you the bleffing,

I gently touch'd her hand, she gave

I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink,

I heard, and I faw, and am throughly undone,

I'll fail upon the dog-ftar,

I love, and am belov'd again,

In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain,

In beauty or wit,

In country quarters ftill confin'd,

In good king Lewis's land,

In Kent, fo fam'd of old,

In vain have I labour'd the victor to prove

Folly mortals, fill your glaffes,

I prythee turn that face away,

I fee fhe flies me every where,

Is Hamilla then

I figh'd, and own'd

Is it not madness thus to be

I was foretold, your rebel fex

Kindly, kindly, thus, my treasure,

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Ladies, you that feem fo nice,

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Lay thy flow'ry garlands by,

Leave thefe ufelefs arts in loving,

Let business no longer ufurp your high mind,

Let fools great Cupid's yoke difdain,

Let monarchs fight for power and fame,

Let's be jovial, fill our glaffes,

Let us dance, let us fing,

Little Syren of the stage,

Lonely groves young Strephon chufing,

Look where my dear Hamilla fmiles,

Loft is my quiet for ever,

Love arms himself in Celia's eyes,

Love, thou airy vain illufion,

Lucinda, come, from noife and care,

Lucinda is bewitching fair,

Menalcas, once the gayeft fwain

Mufick's the cordial of a troubled breast,

My Cloe, why do ye flight me,

My goddefs, Lydia, heavenly fair,

My love was fickle once and changing,

My Phillis, deny me no more;

Myra, reflect how oft the year

My time, o ye mufes, was happily spent,

Nature foft delights requiring,

Nature the bull with horns fupplies;

Now, as I live, I love thee much,

O faireft fair, to you my fong

of all the joys we e'er poffeft,

of all the mighty powers above,

of all the world's enjoyments

Oh! lovely charmer, no more oppress me,

Oh love, that ftronger art than wine!

Oh! my treasure,

O love, thou never abfent thought!

O love, what cruel pangs are these!

On a bank of flowers, in a fummer's day,

Once in our lives

One April morn, when from the fea

One midnight, when the Bear did ftand,

On filver Tyber's vocal shore,

On the brow of Richmond hill,

On the shore of a low ebbing fea,

On yonder bed, fupinely laid,

Pale faces ftand by, and our bright ones adore,

Phillis, whofe heart was unconfind.

Plague us not with idle ftories,

Princes that rule, and empire fway,.

Prythee fill me the glass,

Prythee figh no more, fond fwain,

Prythee, Silvia, why fo coy?

Richeft gift of lavish nature,

Rife, Cloris, charming maid, arife!

Say, Cordelia, do you find,

Say, mufe, what numbers shall relate,

Seek not to know what must not be reveal'd;

See the bright Clarinda walking,

Shall I, wafting in despair,

She comes! in vain the winds and fnows

She loves, and he confeffes too;

Silvia, Delia, fweetest pair,

Se form'd to charm, lovely all over,

Speak, lovely charmer, fpeak,

Sum up all the delights the world does produce,

Swain, thy hopeless passion fmother,

Sweet Nelly, my heart's delight,

Sweet ftream, that doft with equal pace

Take off your glass that's full,

Talk, Strephon, no more of what's honest and just;

Tell me, gentle Strephon, why

Tell me, Hamilla, tell me why,

Tell me, Miranda, why should I

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