Let her in anger perfevere, Be jealous as before; Till I begin to huff, and swear I'll never fee her more. Then let her use a little art, Thus whilft I am again on fire, Sung by JUNO, in the Fudgement of PARIS. LET ambition fire thy mind, Thou wert born o'er men to reign; Not to follow flocks defign'd; Scorn thy crook, and leave the plain, Crowns I'll throw beneath thy feet; Let Let not toils of empire fright; Shepherd, if thou'lt yeild the prize, Joyful I'll afcend the skies, WHILST on Melania gazing, I furvey each pleasing grace, And, with eager joys embracing, There, with endless raptures kiffing, Left the eye fhou'd want its longing, That perpetually renewing Kiffing her, by turns, and viewing, 粒 I'LL But let not vanity fool ye, I ne'er can abide To worship your pride, My will is fo unruly. I'm not the fool you'd have me; Of the liberty nature gave me. Tho' beauty at first inclin'd me, Your flouting to quit, A faithful lover you'll find me. To To one perfuading a Lady to marriage. Fo ORBEAR, bold youth, all's heav'n here; To others courtship may appear, She is a publick deity: And were't not very odd, First make the fun in private fhine, But, if of that you do defpair, Think how you've done amifs, ΘΗ H happy, happy groves, Witness of our tender loves; Where first our vows were made: But Corinna perjur'd proves, Mourn ye nymphs, that sporting play'd' THE |