Sylvia is much more difficult to gain; But, once poffefs'd, will well reward the Pain. The DESPAIRING LOVER. Iftracted with Care, A Since nothing cou'd move her, No longer to languish, But, mad with his Love, Where, a Leap from above Wou'd foon finish his Woes. When in Rage he came there, The Sides did appear, And the Bottom how deep; And fadly reflecting, That a Lover forfaken A new Love may get; But a Neck, when once broken, Can never be fet: And, that he cou'd die Whenever he wou'd; But, that he cou'd live The Torment might grow, He fcorn'd to endeavour But Bold, Unconcern'd At thoughts of the Pain, To his Cottage again. Upon the TRAGEDY of the FAIR PENITENT. SEE EE here the various Scenes of Human Lives; Uncommon Husbands true, but common Wives. One, Charming, Faithlefs, Haughty when reprov'd, Lov'd by her Husband, her Gallant she lov'd; One, an Indulgent, Faithful, Constant Bride, Fond of her Spouse, neglects the World befide. That Husband, tho' with Friends and Fortune bleft, Finds a Domestick 111 that racks his Breaft: While this, tho' Fortune frown, tho' Friends defert, Finds one to lull his Cares, and charm his Heart. Wou'd Women rather, from the Throng retir'd, Be lov'd by one, than be by Crowds admir'd: Wou'd Men, before their Hearts were quite refign'd, Forget the Faces, and infpect the Mind: Such Objects, shou'd they fainter Charms poffefs, Wou'd please 'em longer, tho' they pleas'd'em less. For Beauty's Blaze, tho' fierce, is quickly paft; While Love, good Senfe, and Virtue, always last. S ON G. Cupid: Inftruct an am'rous Swain, Some Way to tell the Nymph his Pain, What need'st thou tell? (the God reply'd) SON G. S the Snow in Vallies lying, A platus his warm Beams applying, Soon diffolves and runs away; So the Beauties, fo the Graces, Of the nioft bewitching Faces, At approaching Age decay. As a Tyrant, when degraded, By the Slaves he once control'd; When her Charms are growing old. Melancholick Looks, and Whining, Are th' Effects your Rigours move; Fair ones! while your Beauty's blooming, What your Youth profufely lends; Το To a LADY, fent her with Mr. GRANVILL's Play, call'd H ROICK LOVE. T HE noble Granvill here has nicely shown No Flight of Fancy, but his Heart Indites These moving Scenes, and what he feels, he writes. Had languifl'd at your Feet, and fav'd the Town. EPITAPH, on a Young Gentleman who dy'd for Love of a Married Lady. H By the fame Hand. ERE lyes a Youth, who fell a Sacrifice Whom shall we blame? Her Duty was her Guard, (if he's unjust, whofe Reason cannot prove Still wifh'd for more, 'till in the fatal Strife TASSO'S JERUSALEM. Book the Fourth. English'd by Mrs. ELIZ. SINGER. UT while to bring about their great Intent, The potent Enemy of Human-kind, With such a heavy, hoarfe, and bellowing Sound, Fill all the Groves, and all the Vallies round. M That plung'd him headlong down the flaming Lake, |