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OU meaner beauties of the night,
Who poorly fatisfy our eyes,

More with your number than your light,

Like common people of the skies; /..What are you when the moon doth rise?

You violets, that first appear,

By your fine purple mantles known,
Like the proud virgins of the year,

As if the spring were all your own;
What are you when the rofe is blown?

You warbling chanters of the wood,
Who fill our ears with nature's lays,
Thinking your paffion's understood

By meaner accents; what's your praise,
When Philomel her voice doth raife?

You glorious trifles of the east,

Whose estimation fancies raise,

Pearls, rubies, fapphires, and the rest

Of glittering gems; what is your praise,
When the bright diamond fhews his rays?

So, when my princess shall be seen

In beauty of her face and mind, By virtue first, then choice, a queen; Tell me, if he were not defign'd Th'eclipfe and glory of her kind, VOL. II.

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The rofe, the violet, the whole fpring,
Unto her breath for sweetness run;
The diamond's darken'd in the ring ;
If the appear, the moon's undone,
As in the presence of the fun.

IMPATIENT with defire, at last

I ventur'd to lay forms afide : Twas I was modeft, not she chafte ; Celia, fo gently prefs'd, comply'd.

With idle awe, an amorous fool,

I gaz'd upon her eyes with fear;
Say, love, how came your flave fo dull,
To read no better there?

Thus to ourselves the greatest foes;
Altho' the nymph be well inclin'd,

For want of courage to propose,
By our own folly fhe's unkind.

WHEN

HEN first I latd fiege to my Chloris,
Cannon-oaths I brought down

To batter the town,

And I boom'd her with amorous stories.

Billet-doux, like small fhot, did fo ply her,

And fometimes a fong

Went whistling along,

But still I was never the nigher.

At length fhe fent word by a trumpet,

If I lik'd that life,

She wou'd be my wife,

But she wou'd be no man's ftrumpet.

I told her, that Mars would not marry;
And fwore by my scars,

Got in combats and wars,
That I'd fooner dig ftones in a quarry.

At length fhe granted the favour,
Without the dull curse,

For better for worse,

And fav'd the dull parfon the labour.

But what do you think of my doxy?
I was forc'd, after all,

To go to Doctor Wall,

The bitch had fo damnably pox'd me.

Q 2

LEAVE

EAVE kindred and friends, fweet lady, Leave kindred and friends, for me; Affur'd your fervant is steady

To love, to honour, and thee.

The gifts of nature, and fortune,
May fly by chance, as they came;
They're grounds the deftinies sport on :-
But virtue is ever the fame.

Altho' my fancy were roving,
Your charms fo heavenly appear,
That, other beauties difproving,

I'd worship thine only, my dear.
And fhou'd life's forrows embitter
The pleasure we promise our loves,
To fhare them together is fitter,
Than moan afunder, like doves.

Oh were I but once fo bleffed,
To clafp my fair in my arms!
By thee to be clasp'd, and kissed,
And live on thy heaven of charms!
I'd laugh at fortune's caprices,

Shou'd fortune capricious prove;
Tho' death fhou'd tear me to pieces,
I'd die a martyr to love.

AS

A murmuring riv'let lay,

Thus plain'd he fair Cofmelia's pride;
And, plaining, dy'd away.

• Fair stream (he faid) whene'er you pour
Your treasure in the fea,

To fea-nymphs tell what I endure,,

Perhaps they'll pity me;

And, fitting on the cliffy rocks,
• In melting fongs express,

Whileas they comb their golden locks,
To trav❜lers my distress,

Say, Corydon, an honeft fwain,

The fair Cofmelia lov'd ;

"While fhe, with undeferv'd disdain, His conftant torment prov'd.

Ne'er fhepherd lov'd a shepherdefs
More faithfully than he :

• Ne'er fhepherd yet regarded lefs
By fhepherdess cou'd be :

"Oft to the vales, and to the hills, Did he, alas! complain;

How oft re-eccho'd thefe his ills!

Thofe felt his fatal pain!