YE little birds, that sit and sing And see how PHILLIS sweetly walks Go, pretty birds, about her bower! Go, tell her, through your chirping bills, Go, tune your voices' harmony; To de Sacier, Lates you! The Glade, The Seaman doth not scom! The Usurer de Dai; and The Huntsman to the White Hart, But you that do the Muses kve, The Bankrupt to the World's End, Pack, clouds, away; and welcome, day! Sweet air, blow soft! Mount, Lark, aloft; To give my Love 'Good morrow! Wake from thy nest, Robin Redbreast! And from each bill, let music shrill Give my fair Love 'Good morrow!' Blackbird and Thrush, in every bush, Stare, Linnet, and Cock Sparrow; To give my Love Good morrow!' AN ELEGY OF A WOMAN'S HEART. O, FAITHLESS World! and thy more faithless part, The true Shop of Variety! where sits And fevers of Desire, and pangs of Love; Why was She born to please! or I, to trust Suffring her eyes to govern my despair; And fruit of time rewarded with untruth, Untrue She was: yet I believed her eyes, Till I was taught, that Love was but a School Or sought She more, by triumphs of denial, How far her smiles commanded my weakness! Excuse no more thy folly! But, for cure, As well thy shame, as Passions that were vain! To know, That Love, lodged in a Woman's Heart, |