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, Tho' you 'Tis kindly judg'd, and I approve 9 43 40 76' 81 175 '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, W. W Aft me, fome Soft and cooling breeze, Welcome to thefe lovely plains, Well, Erminio! I, to please ye, What beauties does Flora difclofe? 105 What is beauty? what is youth? 206 What man, in his wits, had not rather be poor, 16 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 on thofe lovely looks I gaze, 12 113 122 While Phillis is drinking, love and wine in alliance, 7 While the lover is thinking, Whilft I am fcorib'd with hot defire, 83 38 Whilft Whilft impotent, tho' fill'd with rage, Why, cruel creature, why so bent 215 45 92 98 83 114 137 34 133 135 236 54 Why we love, and why we bate, 89 Wilt thou thy wanton eyes call home, 270 Wine, wine in the morning 125 With no less various paffions toft, 78 With tuneful pipe and merry glee, 235 265 Wou'd you court the joys won't love you, Y Y. E fragrant fcents, and colours fine, Te gods, ye gave to me a wife, Te lads and ye laffes that live at Longleat, 71 190 178 56 161 262 Ye Swains, whom radiant beauty moves, Te watchful guardians of the fair, You ask Meliffa, why I love 140 229 192 158 You ask me why I sent to you; Young Cupid one day, wilely, Young Damon, once the happieft fwain, Young Damon, wounded with a dart A COLLECTION O F SONGS. (the sky; HEN thy beauty appears, At diftance I gaze, and am aw'd by 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: But ftill be a woman to you. (heart, VOL II. B PUR DEENEMESMO SER 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 But the who trades with 'em is lost. With humble vows they first begin, For beads and baubles we refign, ་ 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. THIRSIS THIRSIS, inconftant, apt to rove, Seated in a fhady grove, Thus befought the god of love: Son of Venus, powerful boy, Cupid his petition heard: Youth and innocence combining, With generous fires inflam'd his breast, Lovely nymph, no more I'll range; |