GO, TELL AMYNTA. JOHN DRYDEN. Go, tell Amynta, gentle swain, A sigh, or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her, that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her, my pains so fast encrease, That soon they will be past redress; For ah! the wretch that speechless lies, ADDRESS TO BRITAIN. JOHN DRYDEN. Fairest isle, all isles excelling, Seat of pleasure and of love, Cupid, from his fav'rite nation, Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Every swain shall pay his duty, Those shall be renowned for love. LOVE IN WORD AND ACTION. APHRA BEHN. 'Tis not your saying that you love, In vain you bid my passion ceae, And ease my troubled breast, But if I fail your heart to move, I cannot, will not cease to love, PHILLIS. SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE. When Phillis watch'd her harmless sheep And to the winds did breathe her love. She sought in vain To ease her pain; The heedless winds did fan her fire; Venting her grief, Gave no relief, But rather did increase desire, Then sitting with her arms across, [In the Comedy of "Love in a Tub."] TO A LADY READING SHERLOCK UPON DEATHI. LORD CHESTERFIELD. Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by, His doctrine is deceiving, He cheats us of our living. To die's a lesson we shall know, To live's to love, to bless be blest, But if thus blest, I may not live, To me at least your Sherlock give, LOUISA'S LIP. DAVID GARRICK. For me my fair a wreath has wove As oft she kiss'd this gift of love, A bee within a damask rose Had crept the nectar'd dew to sip, But lesser sweets the thief foregoes, And fixes on Louisa's lip. |