Now is the proper Time to deck the Head, And Myrtle round the Temple spread, Or Flow'rs new springing from the teaming Bed. Now is the Time, the Swains have fo decreed, To Faunus in the facred Grove must bleed. Intruding Death, with equal Freedom greets Be wife, O Seftius! to prolong forbear, Since Life is short, thy Hopes and Care: Thou must e'er long, without Redemption go Thy Revels and thy drunken Joys forego. Then Lycidas no longer fhall be thine, Clarinda's Complaint In the Time of the late WAR. ITH Sighing, and Wishing, and Green Sickness Diet, With nothing of Pleasure, and little of Quiet, With a Grannum's Infpection, and Doctor's Direction, The Flow'r of my Age is full-blown in my Face, II. Young Women were valued, as I have been told, In the late Times of Peace, above Mountains of Gold; But now there is Fighting, there's nothing but Slighting, Few Gallants in Conjugal Matters delighting Tis a fhame that Mankind should love killing and flaying, And mind not to fupply the Stock that's decaying. III. Unlucky Clarinda, to live in a Season, When Mars has forgotten to do Venus Reason! Be bound up to Wedlock, and made to get more. IV. Enacted moreover for better Dispatch, That where a good Captain meets with an o'er-Match, His honeft Lieutenant, with Soldier-like Grace, Shall relieve him on Duty, and serve in his Place, Thus Killers and Slayers of able good Men, Without Beat of Drum may recruit 'em agen. SONG. Tnthia with refiftless Power, O'er ev'ry Heart extends her Sway; Did the Eaftern Nations know her, They'd not adore the God of Day: Night on her Sable Temples lies, Whilft Morning breaks from her bright Eyes. II. When the dances, all the Graces Her Mufick does the Soul Sublime, Whilft ev'ry throbbing Heart beats Time. 麥涨涨 蓉蓉 THE THE Royal Progress. HEN BRUNSWICK first appear'd, each honeft Heart, Intent on Verfe, difdain'd the Rules of Art.; For him the Songfters, in unmeafur'd Odes, And fills th' infernal Region with Alarms; Exploded |