THE bright Laurinda, whose hard fate

It was to love a swain,
Ill-natur'd, faithless, and ingrate,
Grew weary of her pain:

Long, long, alas! fhe vainly ftrove
To free her captive heart from love;
Till urg'd too much by his difdain,
She broke at last the strong-link'd chain,
And vow'd the ne'er wou'd love again.

The lovely nymph, now free as air,
Gay as the blooming spring,
To no foft tale wou'd lend an ear,
But careless fit and fing:
Or, if a moving story wrought
Her frozen breast to a kind thought,

She check'd her heart, and cry'd, ah! hold!

Amyntor thus his story told,

Once burn'd as much, but now he's cold.

Long thus fhe kept her liberty,

And by her all-conqu❜ring eyes
A thousand youths did daily die.
Her beauty's facrifice:

Till love at last young Cleon brought,
The object of each virgin's thought,

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F

Whole

Whofe ftrong refiftless charms did move,
They made her burn and rage with love,
And made her bleft as thofe above.

C

HARMING fair Amoret, that dear undoer, Altho' fhe flies me, yet still I'll pursue her; Nothing like conftancy becomes a lover,

E'er he shou'd reap the joy much must he suffer: Martyrs their dying flames court as a bleffing, And foon forget the pain, once heav'n poffeffing.

Can I but touch her heart with inclination ; If on my raging fmart fhe'd take compaffion, And with a gentle figh deign to deplore me, Nothing fo bleft as I e'er lov'd before me: Lock'd in her arms I'd lie faint and expiring, Loft in the mighty joy, yet still defiring.

A

Thoufand feveral ways I try'd !

To hide my paffion from your view, Conscious that I fhou'd be deny'd, Because I cannot merit you...

Abfence, the last and worst of all,
Did fo increase my wretched pain,
That I return'd, rather to fall

By the swift fate of your difdain,

YOUNG

IN ORDER

YOUNG Strephon, by his folded sheep,
Sat wakeful on the plains:

Love held his weary eyes from sleep,

While, filent, in the vale,

The liftning nightingale

Forgot her own, to hear his strains.
And now the beauteous queen of night,
Unclouded and ferene,

Sheds on the neighb'ring fea her filver light;

The neighb'ring fea was calm and bright; (fcene: The fhepherd fung infpir'd, aud blefs'd the lovely

While the sky and feas are fhining,

See, my Flora's charms they wear;
Secret night, my joys divining,
Pleas'd my amorous tale to bear,
Smiles, and foftly turns her sphere.
While the sky and feas are fhining,
See, my Flora's charms they wear.

Ah, foolish Strephon! change thy strain;
The lovely scene falfe joy infpires:
For look, thou fond, deluded fwain,
A rifing storm invades the main!

The planet of the night,
Inconftant, from thy fight,

Behind a cloud retires.

Flora is fled; thou lov'ft in vain:

Ah, foolish Strephon! change thy strain.

Hope, beguiling,

Like the moon and ocean smiling,
Does thy eafy faith betray:
Flora, ranging,

Like the moon and ocean changing,
More inconftant proves than they.

IF

The Impatient Lover.

F there's transporting pleasure
In gazing on your charms,
'Twere blifs beyond all measure
To die within your arms.

Then, charmer, be not cruel;
But give, oh! give me ease!
Disdain is but the fuel,

That makes my flame increase.

CLOE

CLO

LOE brisk and gay appears,
On purpose to invite ;

Yet, when I prefs her, fhe, in tears
Denies her fole delight.

Whilft Celia, feeming fhy and coy,,
To all her favours grants;
And fecretly receives the joy,
Which others think she wants,

I wou'd, but fear I never fhall,
With either fair agree;
For Celia will be kind to all,
But Cloe won't to me..

FREE

REEDOM is a real treasure;
Love a dream, all falfe and vain ;

Short, uncertain is the pleasure;
Sure and lasting is the pain.

A fincere and tender paffion
Some ill planet over-rules;
Ah, how blind is inclination!
Fate and women doat on fools,

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