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Tho' Damon is haughty, and feems to defpife

Tho' I'm a man in eve y part,

Tho' Phyllis, you fcorn my address,

To the pride of my paffion fair Silvia betrays, make no return to my paffion,

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'Tis kindly judg'd, and I approve

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'Tis not your faying that you love,

'Tis too late for a coach,

To all ye ladies now at land

To friend, and to foe,

To thee, dear Tunstall, tho' unknown,

Transported with pleasure,

Truft not to the fmiles of women,

'Twas on a river's verdant fide,

'Twas within a furlong of Edinborough town,

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W Aft me, fome Soft and cooling breeze,

Welcome to thefe lovely plains,

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Well, Erminio! I, to please ye,

What beauties does Flora difclofe?

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What is beauty? what is youth?

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What man, in his wits, had not rather be poor,

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When Lesbia, in a haughty air,

When Myra fings, we jeek th' inchanting found,

When night bad fet the world to rest,

When thy beauty appears,

When trees did bud, and fields were

When young Milanda's fingers move

Whe e Dryden firft unclos'd his infant eyes,
While gentle Parthenifa walks,

While on thofe lovely looks I gaze,

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While Phillis is drinking, love and wine in alliance, 7 While the lover is thinking,

Whilft I am fcorib'd with hot defire,

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Whilft impotent, tho' fill'd with rage,
Whilft on Melaniffa gazing,
Whilft Strephon, in his pride of yourb,
Whither is Roman honour gone?
Who comes there? ftand,

Why, cruel creature, why so bent
Why doft thou Say I am forfworn,
Why d'ye with fuch difdain refufe
Why, lovely charmer, tell me why,
Why should coy beauty be fo bard
Why fo coy and fo ftrange?
Why this talking ftill of dying,

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Why we love, and why we bate,

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Wilt thou thy wanton eyes call home,

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Wine, wine in the morning

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With no less various paffions toft,

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With tuneful pipe and merry glee,
Wou'd fate to me Belinda give,

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Wou'd you court the joys won't love you,
Wou'd you, Strephon, truly tafte

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E fragrant fcents, and colours fine,
Te gentle gales, that fan the air,

Te gods, ye gave to me a wife,

Te lads and ye laffes that live at Longleat,

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Ye Swains, whom radiant beauty moves,

Te watchful guardians of the fair,

You ask Meliffa, why I love

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You ask me why I sent to you;
You fair ones all at liberty,
You laugh to fee me fond appear
You meaner beauties of the night,
Young Corydon and Phillis

Young Cupid one day, wilely,

Young Damon, once the happieft fwain,

Young Damon, wounded with a dart
Young Philoret and Celia met
Young Strephon, by his folded sheep,
You Jhun me, Cloe, as a fawn

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(the sky;

HEN thy beauty appears,
In its graces and airs,
All bright as an angel new dropt from
(my fears;

At diftance I gaze, and am aw'd by
So ftrangely you dazzle my eye!

But when, without art,

Your kind thoughts you impart,

When your love runs in blushes thro' every vein;

When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your

Then I know you're a woman again.

There's a paffion and pride

In our fex (fhe reply'd ;)

And thus (might I gratify both) I wou'd do:
Still an angel appear to each lover befide,

But ftill be a woman to you.

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PURSUING beauty, men defery

The diftant fhore, and long to prove

(Still richer in variety)

The treasures of the land of love.

We women, like weak Indians, ftand
Inviting, from our golden coaft,
The wand'ring rovers to our land :

But the who trades with 'em is lost.

With humble vows they first begin,
Stealing, unfeen, into the heart:
But, by poffeffion fettled in,
They quickly act another part.

For beads and baubles we refign,
In ignorance, our fhining store;
Discover nature's richest mine,

And yet the tyrants will have more.

Be wife, be wife, and do not try,

How he can court, or you be won:

For love is but difcovery;

When that is made, the plea fure's done.

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THIRSIS

THIRSIS, inconftant, apt to rove,

Seated in a fhady grove,

Thus befought the god of love:

Son of Venus, powerful boy,
Author of our grief and joy,
Hear an ardent lover's pray'r,
And bring me my Clarinda bere.

Cupid his petition heard:
Fair Clarinda foon appear'd;
Youth and beauty round her fhining,

Youth and innocence combining,

With generous fires inflam'd his breast,
While thus the fwain their power confest

Lovely nymph, no more I'll range;
Thirfis, now, no more will change;
All that may give delight I fee,
All thy beauteous fex in thee:
Love, join'd with virtue cbafte and true,
Will always make Clarinda new.

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