Search hidden Nature, and there find But let my Mistress live conceal'd : Though men by knowledge wiser grow, SONG. IN THE PERSON OF A LADY TO HER INCONSTANT SERVANT. HEN on the altar of my hand, WHEN Bedew'd with many a kiss and tear, Thy now-revolted heart did stand An humble martyr, thou did'st swear Thus (and the God of Love did hear): 'By those bright glances of thine eye, Unless thou pity me, I die.' When first those perjured lips of thine, From the soft bosom that did heal Yet I nor hand nor lip will move, N° TRUCE IN LOVE INTREATED. [O more, Blind God! for see, my heart Is made thy quiver, where remains No void place for another dart ; And, alas! that conquest gains Small praise, that only brings away A tame and unresisting prey. Behold! a nobler foe, all arm'd, That hath thy bow and quiver charm'd SONG. TO MY RIVAL. HENCE, vaine Intruder, haste away! Wash not with thy unhallow'd brine Some looser Dame to love incline: Such pearly drops, as youthful May BOLDNESS IN LOVE. (THE MARIGOLD.) ARK how the bashful morn, in vain, M Courts the amorous Marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain ; But when the Planet of the Day Then she spreads, then she receives His warmer beams into her virgin leaves. So shalt thou thrive in love, fond Boy! The just reward of a bold Lover. Thy Celia shall receive those charms A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: BETWEEN CELIA AND CLEON. AS Celia rested in the shade With Cleon by her side, The Swain thus courted the young Maid, Cleon.--Sweet! let thy Captive fetters wear, Gelia. Till such as thraldom scorn, or fear, 'Then thus my willing arms I wind Thy prisoner for my self I bind, Cleon. Happy that slave whom the fair foe Celia.- Far happier I, but that I know Cleon. By thy immortal beauties, never!' Cleon.-'I dote not on that snow-white skin.' Celia.-'Oh strange vain fancy!' Cl.-'But yet true.' My sun's, and yet your shade.' Celia." "Tis done.' Cleon.-'Now give it me.' Shalt thine own error find; If these were beauties, I am now Cleon. You shall confess you err: that hair, Or leave the golden mountain bare?' Celia.- Ay me! it is too true.' Cleon. But this small wreath shall ever stay And smiling, when the rest decay, Celia. Then let me cut from thy fair grove An emblem of eternal Love: For such is mine to thee. Both. Thus are we both redeem'd from Time.' Cleon. By heaven!' Celia.-'Swear not! if I must weep, Jove shall not smile at me. This kiss, my heart, and thy faith keep!' Cleon. This breathes my soul to thee.' Then forth the thicket Thyrsis rush'd, The Swain stood still, and smiled, and blush'd : WHEREF GRIEF ENGROSSED. THEREFORE do thy sad numbers flow, Why dost thou melt in such soft strains, Whilst she disdains? If she must still deny, Weep not, but die ! And in thy Funeral fire Shall all her fame expire : Thus both shall perish, and as thou, upon thy Hearse Shall want her tears, so she shall want thy Verse. Repine not then at thy blest state : Thou art above thy fate. But my fair Celia will not give Love enough to make me live; Then let me weep alone, till her kind breath Or blow my tears away, or speak my death. |