WHIL HILE Corydon, the lovely shepherd, try'd Love ftole the pipe of fleeping Pan, and play'd, Gay charmer, to befriend thee, Here pleafing fcenes attend thee, O this way speed thy pace: This bower's the happy place. The fhepherd rofe, he gaz'd around, Then fmiling from his ambush flies; While in his room, divinely bright, The reigning beauty of the groves furpriz'd the fhep (herd's fight. Who, from love his heart fecuring, COME, OME, my Celia, let us prove, Thefe have crimes accounted been. VOL. III. T To ୫ To the agreeable Memory of Two Sifters, who lived and died together. SILV LVIA, DELIA, sweetest pair, Dull is every wake and fair; Nothing thrives but willow green. Muft the witty, fair, and good, With their names adorn his fong. Who fhall now the garland wear, Who in wit fhall gain the prize, Who fhall now, the dances call When the tuneful strings alarm, And our hearts beat time to all, E'ery step and look a charm? Thefe are joys we once did know; But, alas! no more must prove: Lovely in their lives they were, Had he took one charming maid, Not the world of both bereft, We, with truth, then might have faid, 1 W CLOE LOE blufh'd, and frown'd, and fwore, To talk to me of honour. A 4 But when I rofe, and wou'd be gone, T I W HILST Alexis lay prest In her arms he lov'd beft, With his hand round her neck, And his head on her breast, He found the fierce pleasure too hafty to stay, When Celia faw this, With a figh, and a kiss, She cry'd, oh my dear, I am robb'd of my blifs; "Tis unkind to your love, and unfaithfully done, To leave me behind you, and die all alone. The youth, tho' in hafte, And breathing his last, In pity dy'd flowly, while fhe dy'd more faft; Till at length fhe cry'd--Now, my dear, now let us go, Now die, my Alexis, and I will die too. Thus intranc'd they did lie, Till Alexts did try, To recover new breath, that again he might die: (flow. AFTER |