1 C The Rover. UPID, difarm thyself on me, I court thy fear'd artillery; Shoot then, and be my friend. I only dread thy fparing rage, By which I am confin'd; Do not my thoughts to one engage, What common plowman idly wou'd Believe me, Cupid, those thy best The C The Shepherd's Enquiry. E A SE your musick, gentle fwains: Every thicket, every grove, White her skin, as mountain fnow; Tell me, shepherds, have you feen HARK, H ARK, Lucinda, to the wooing, Murm'ring turtles am'rous cooing; Shelly grotts their love rebound: Streams along the pebbles trilling, Heart with trembling pleasure filling, Sweetly answer to the found. Twisted boughs above combining, Loving joy around them twining, Guard thee with a mingled fhade: Purple vi❜lets, blushing roses, Od'rous flowers in various pofies, Dress thy bofom and thy head. See! their tender beings flying! Quickly fading, quickly dying! Beauty ne'er was fram'd to laftLet the lover once advise thee, To improve the good that flies thee; Soon, ah! foon, the season's past. Air with hollow tempefts fwelling, Gathering clouds a storm foretelling, Shroud in night the fairest day: Springing beauty, gaily blooming, Sees not lowry winter's coming, To December change her May.] W HILE youth, my Lesbia, love infpires, The fates permit the fetting fun To rise next morn, with equal light; But we, when our fhort day is done, Must sleep eternity of night. Give me a thoufand kiffes then, Give me, my dear, a hundred more; Begin the thousand all again, Again repeat the hundred o'er. Then when they many thousands be, We'll kifs confus'd to lose th' account, 197I For wretched poor, methinks, is he, That knows to what his fums amount. H SAPPHO. ATL, facred mufe, and vocal fhell, Wanton Cupid, idle toyer, Do not thus my heart controul. Reafon does renounce thy fway, Paft affwaging, t Love poffeffes all my foul.· Beneath this fad and filent gloom, od tros |