Yet bleft the grove, her conscious flight, CORINNA, I excufe thy face, Those erring lines which nature drew; When I reflect that every grace But oh! thy wit what god has fent, YOUNG YOUNG Damon, once the happiest swain, But fee th' effects of love! The nymphs and fwains all ftrove to find But, when they begg'd to know, He only shook his drooping head, Myrtilla, hearing of his woes, Came too, and kindly ask'd the cause The youth tranfported, and amaz'd I love; but 'tis a nymph so fair, And nought expect but fcorn: But oh! forgive, fince ask'd by you, If further I my tale pursue; Then fay, for you I burn, .1. The The nymph then blufh'd, and, fmiling, faid, The fair's not won by dull despair ; Our fex will e'er prove kind. I SAW, I gaz'd, I figh'd, I lov'd The charming beauteous fair; My fecret flame did force my foul Its paffion to declare. Where wit and beauty do contend, Where fuch all conquering charms command, Indif Lo Indifference excus'd. OVE, when 'tis true, needs not the aid Into their very looks 'twill steal; And he that most wou'd hide his flame, This, my Aurelia, made me fhun Not in their heart, but in their head. I cou'd not figh, and with crofs'd arms But, careless liv'd, and without art, Knowing my love you must have spy'd; And thinking it a foolish part, To ftrive to show, what none can hide. AS S Chloris, full of harmless thought, Kind love a youthful shepherd brought, She blush'd to be encounter'd fo, And chid the am'rous fwain ; She found a pulse in every part, And love in every vein. Ah! gods, faid fhe, what charms are thefe, That conquer and furprize? Oh! let me — for, unless you please, I have no pow'r to rise. She fainting fpoke, and trembling lay, Her looks and eyes her heart betray, Thus the, who princes had deny'd, With all their pomp and train, Was in a lucky minute try'd, And yielded to a swain. A |