Convinc'd; the fad Philander cries, R ISE, Cloris, charming maid, arife! Shew the adoring world thy eyes il Are more furprizing gay The gods of love are fmiling round, And lead the bridegroom on; To fee thee pass they throng the plain; Rife then, and let the god of day, Behold more treasure given away, L The The WATCH. HAT none be deceiv'd by time's too quick flowing, TH For, tho' time be nimble, its motions Are quicker, And thicker Where love hath its notions. The great wheel is hope, on which moves defire; A thinking, And clinking, And ne'er giving o'er. Occafion, the hand, is still moving about, And bliffes Enjoy'd by each lover. TIS Is not your beauty, nor your wit, For they cou'd never conquer yet, For if you'll not prove kind to me, Think not my fancy to o'ercome, No fmoothed fight, nor fmiling frown, Can fatisfy my mind: Pray let Platonicks play fuch pranks, Such follies I deride; For love, at leaft, I will have thanks, Then open-hearted be with me, As I fhall be with you, And let our actions be as free As virtue will allow; If you'll prove loving, I'll prove kind, If true, I'll conftant be; If fortune chance to change your mind, Sinee Since our affections, well ye know, In equal terms do stand, Tis in your pow'r to love or no, Or, by great Cupid's deity, PR'Y THEE turn that face away, Whofe fplendor but benights the day; Whom thy fierce fon, nor warms, but burns, I'll ferve the night, and there confin'd, I On SILVIA Singing. HEARD, and I faw, and am throughly undone, She has doubled her charms, and will conquer us all; Tho', alas! I'm fo frail, I needed but one, The least of her glances had made me to fall: But fo thick are the darts, which the fcatters around, That Strephon, poor Strephon is all but one wound. The charms of her face, and the charms of her voice, That the fpark, first struck out by the dint of her eyes, WHILE |