W HEN flow'ry meadows deck the year, And sporting lambkins play, When fpangled fields renew'd appear, And mufick wak'd the day; Then did my Cloe leave her bower, Warm'd by my love, fhe vow'd no power The warbling quires, from every bough, And all their tuneful arts bestow, Joy fo transporting never fails Another swain with her prevails, To be as false as fair, What can my fatal paffion cure? I'll never woo again: All her difdain I muft endure, Adoring her in vain. WHAT pity 'tis to hear the boy But time and scorn may give him joy Ah! fickle Cloe, be advis'd, A faithful lover fhou'd be priz'd; M USICK's the cordial of a troubled breaft, The fofteft remedy that grief can find; The gentle spell that charms our cares to rest, And calms the ruffling paffions of the mind. Mufick does all our joys refine, "Tis that gives relish to our wine, "Tis that gives rapture to our love; It wings devotion to a pitch divine, "Tis our chief blifs on earth, and half our heaven I F mighty wealth, that gives the rules And scrape, and cheat as others do; But fince that life must flide away, Swift time, that can't be brought to stay, A Dia W. A Dialogue between a Man and bis Wife. T o me you made a thousand vows, The pleasures of the nuptial bed: You with another in your arms, H. That charming Celia I admire, I must with pleasure own, is true; How wou'd the paffion injure you? W. Love is a facred tree of life, That up to heaven its branches rears; Enjoyment is the fruit it bears. H. Thus, while you raise this vain difpute, While you yourself have all the fruit, Both.. Both. Away then all fondness, I find 'tis in vain For wives, when neglected, to figh and complain; W HILST, Galatea, you defign To gain a conqueft o'er all hearts> Be careful how you fan his fire; J3 The |