A

FTER the pangs of a desperate lover,

When day and night I have figh'd all in vain, Ah what a pleasure it is to discover

In her eyes pity, who causes my pain!

When with unkindness our love at a stand is,
And both have punish'd ourselves with the pain.
Ah what a pleasure the touch of her hand is!
Ah what a pleasure to press it again!

When the denial comes fainter and fainter,
And her eyes give what her tongue does deny,
Ah what a trembling I feel when I venture!
Ah what a trembling does ufher my joy!

When with a figh, fhe accords me the bleffing,
And her eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain;
Ah what a joy 'tis, beyond all expreffing!
Ah what a joy to hear- fhall we again!

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HAIL

A

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AIL to the myrtle shade,

H All hail to the nymphs of the fields;

Kings wou'd not here invade

Thofe pleafures that virtue yields.
Chor. Beauty here opens her arms,

To foften the languishing mind;
And Phillis unlocks her charms;
Ah Phillis! ab why fo kind?

Thillis, thou foul of love,

Thou joy of the neighbouring fwains;
Phillis, that crowns the grove,

And Phillis that gilds the plains.
Chor. Phillis, that ne'er had the skill
To paint, to patch, and be fine;
Yet Phillis, whofe eyes can kill,
Whom nature hath made divine.

Phillis, whofe charming fong
Makes labour and pains a delight;
Phillis that makes the day young,

And fhortens the live-long night.
Chor. Phillis, whofe lips like May,

Still laughs at the fweets that they bring;
Where love never knows decay,

But fets with eternal spring.

An!

Α AH!

H! fading joy, how quickly art thou past?
Yet we thy ruin haste;

As if the cares of human life were few,

We feek out new:

And follow fate, which wou'd too faft pursue.

See how on every bough the birds express,
In their sweet notes, their happiness.

They all enjoy, and nothing fpare;

But on their mother nature lay their care:
Why then fhou'd man, the lord of all below,
Such troubles chufe to know,

As none of all his fubjects undergo?
Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall;
And with a murmuring found
Dash, dash upon the ground,
To gentle flumbers call.

AB,

A

н, the fhepherd's mournful fate!

When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languish,

To bear the fcornful fair one's hate,

Nor dare difclofe his anguish;

Yet eager looks, and dying fighs,
My fecret foul discover;

While rapture, trembling through my eyes,
Reveals. how much I love her;
The tender glance, the red'ning cheek,
O'erfpread with rifing blushes,
A thoufand various ways they fpeak
A thousand various wishes.

For, oh that form fo heavenly fair,

Thofe languid eyes fo fweetly fmiling,
That artless blufh, and modeft air,
So artfully beguiling!

Thy every look, and every grace;

So charms when-e'er I view thee, Till death o'ertake me in the chase, Still will my hopes pursue thee; Then when my tedious hours are past, Be this laft bleffing given,

Low at thy feet to breathe my laft,

And die in fight of heaven.

IN

I'

N Kent, fo fam'd of old,

Near by the pleasant Knold, A fwain a goddess told

An amorous ftory;

Saying, In these jarring days,
When kings contend for bays,
Your love my foul doth raise
Above its glory.

My life, my lovely dear,
Whilft you are smiling here,
The plants and flowers appear
Moft fweetly charming;
The fun may cease to shine.
And all its powers refign,
Your eyes dart rays divine,
All nature warming.

Then leaning on her breaft,
He clafpt her lovely waist,
With words endearing preft,
No thought of harming;
At which the blufhing maid,
Thus, fighing, to him said,
My foolish heart's betray'd,
By words fo charming.

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