How engaging, how endearing, And, advancing or retiring, ; All they mean is more to please. THO HO' Damon is haughty, and seems to despise Yet he knows in his foul, that his Phillis's eyes, Were the willing, cou'd conquer his fcorn. Then let not prefumption fo blind thee, fond Damon, To think that this humour fhall e'er bring my Alame If he had been humble, obliging, and free, (on. But, fince pride and inconstancy in him I fee, A L.L ALL joy to mortals, joy and mirth, Eternal Iös fing; The gods of love descend to earth, But fhe fhall love, if he adore, The nymph no longer shall be shy, Beneath the fhades young Strepbon lies, Of all his wifh poffefs'd; Gazing on Silvia's charming eyes,, Whofe foul is there confefs'd. All foft and fweet the maid appears, With looks that know no art; And, tho' fhe yields with trembling fears, She yields with all her heart. A H! Chloris, cou'd I now but fit As unconcern'd, as when Your infant beauty cou'd beget No happiness nor pain: And prais'd the coming day, Your charms in harmless childhood lay, Age from no face takes more away Than youth conceal'd in thine: But as your charms insensibly My paffion with your beauty grew, Each gloried in their wanton part; Employ'd the utmost of his art; WHERE WHERE HERE Dryden first unclos'd his infant eyes, Where winding Nen divides the flowery way, And Cloe all his foul poffeft, He reach'd, as night advanc'd, a lonely glade. No eccho answer'd him again: In folemn filence all, but love, was laid. That power, which wing'd the wounding dart Love's genial goddess, heard his grief: In midnight gloom let spirits hover, Phabus will aid a faithful lover; The Tears of AMYNTA for the Death of DAMO N. Na bank, befide a willow, ON Heav'n her covering, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta figh'd alone : From the chearlefs dawn of morning, Joys are vanish'd, Time, I dare thee to discover Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we! Never fhall we curfe the morning, Never bless the night returning, C AN |