Y dear mistress has a heart,

MY

Soft as thofe kind looks she gave me,

When with love's refiftlefs art,

And her eyes, she did enflave me: But her conftancy's fo weak,

She's fo wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break Should we live one day afunder.

Melting joys about her move,

Wounding pleasures, killing bliffes,

She can drefs her eyes in love,

And her lips can arm with kiffes

Angels liften when she speaks,

She's my delight, all mankind's wonder,

But my jealous heart would break

Should we live one day afunder.

ROCHESTER,

K

L'

ET the ambitious favour find

In courts and empty noise, Whilst greater love does fill my mind With filent real joys.

Let fools and knaves grow rich and great
And the world think 'em wife,

Whilft I lie dying at her feet,
And all that world despise.

Let conquering kings new trophies raise, And melt in court delights,

Her eyes can give me brighter days,

Her arms much fofter nights.

DORSET,

F

ROM all uneafy paffions free,
Revenge, ambition, jealoufy,
Contented, I had been too bleft
If love and you had let me reft:
Yet that dull life I now defpife;

Safe from your eyes

I fear'd no griefs, but then I found no joys.

Amidst a thoufand kind defires

Which beauty moves, and love infpires.
Such pangs I feel of tender fear,
No heart fo foft as mine can bear.
Yet I'll defy the worft of harms,

Such are your charms,

"Tis worth a life to die within your arms.

SHEFFIELD DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

FT on the troubled ocean's face

Loud ftormy winds arise;

The murmurings furges fwell apace,
And clouds obfcure the kies,

But when the tempeft's rage is o'er,
Soft breezes fmooth the main ;
The billows ceafe to lafh the fhore,
And all is calm again.

Not fo in fond and amorous fouls
If tyrant love, once reigns,
There one eternal tempeft rolls
And yields unceafing pains.

FLY

LY, thoughtless youth, th' enchantrefs fly !*
To other climes direct thy way;

Let honours plume attract thine eye,
Nor waste in indolence the day :
She nor regards thy fighs or tears,

She triumphs in thy jealous fears,

And would rejoice to blaft the bloffom of thy years.

Yet

* THIS piece is taken from a late publscation entitled Sentimental Tales, in which the loves of CATULLUS and LESBIA are formed into a fictitious story, intermixed with feveral poetical translations and imitations from Catullus's Works,--This however seems entirely original.

Yet yonder myrtle's fragrant fhade,
Where fparkling winds the cryftal rill,
Has feen this falfe, this cruel maid,
Fond as her wanton lover's will:

Has feen thee on her breast reclin'd,

· Has feen her arms around thee twin'd, While with careffes sweet she woo'd thee to be kind.

But fince no more th' inconftant fair

Will liften to thy tender vow,
Let nobler objects claim thy care,

And bid the faithlefs maid adieu.
Adieu, falfe beauty! hence no more
CATULLUS will thy fmile implore,

To fhun thy hated charms he feeks a foreign fhore.

Him thou wilt mourn, when fure decay

Shall rob that form of every grace;

And for each charm it fteals away,

Shall add a wrinkle to that face:
No lover then for thee will figh,

Or read the glances of thine

eye,

Or on thy once lov'd breast in amorous tranfports die.

Alas CATULLUS! you in vain

Would fpurn imperial beauty's fway;
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Faft