M

ISTAKEN fair, lay Sherlock by,
His doctrine is deceiving,

For while he teaches us to die,
He cheats us of our living.

To die's a leffon we shall know
Too foon without a mafter;

Then let us only study now
How we may live the faster.

To live's to love, to bless, be bleft
With mutual inclination;

Share then my ardour in your breaft,
And kindly meet my paffion.

But if thus bleft I may not live,
And pity you deny,

To me at least your Sherlock give,

"Tis I muft learn to die.

CHESTERFIELD.

C

HLOE's the wonder of her sex,

;

"Tis well her heart is tender How might fuch killing eyes perplex, With virtue to defend her!

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But nature graciously inclin'd
With liberal hand to please us,
Has to her boundless beauty join'd
A boundless bent to ease us.

LANDSDOWN.

WHEN

HEN ORPHEUS went down to the regions below,
Which men are forbidden to fee;

He tun'd up his lyre, as old histories show,

To fet his EURYDICE free.

All

All hell was astonish'd a perfon so wife

Should rafhly endanger his life,

And venture so far; but how vaft their furprize
When they heard that he came for his wife!

To find out a punishment due for his fault
Old Pluto long puzzled his brain,

But hell had not torments fufficient he thought,
him his wife back again.

So he

gave

But pity fucceeding foon vanquifh'd his heart,
And pleas'd with his playing fo well,
He took her again in reward of his art,
Such merit had music in hell.

LISLE.

V

AIN are the charms of white and red,
Which paint the blooming fair;
Give me the nymph whofe fnow is spread
Not o'er her face, but hair.

Of

Of fmoother cheeks the winning grace

With open force defies;

But in the wrinkles of her face

Cupid in ambush lies.

If naked

eyes fet hearts on blaze,

And amorous warmth inspire ;

Thro' glafs, who darts her pointed rays,
Lights up a fiercer fire.

Nor rivals, nor the train of years,
My peace or bliss destroy;

Alive, fhe gives no jealous fears,
And dead, the crowns my joy.

HLOE brifk and gay appears,

CH

On purpose to invite ;

Yet, when I prefs her, the, in tears

Denies her fole delight.

Whilft

Whilft CELIA, feeming fhy and coy,
To all her favours grants;
And fecretly receives that joy,
Which others think he wants.

I would, but fear I never fhall,
With either fair agree;

For CELIA will be kind to all,
But CHLOE won't to me.

H! turn away

thofe cruel eyes,

The stars of my undoing;

Or death in fuch a bright disguise
May tempt a fecond wooing.

Punish their blindly impious pride
Who dare contemn thy glory;

It was my fall that deify'd

Thy name, and feal'd thy ftory.

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