But why do we gives this advice?

"Tis indifcreetly done;

Like men who fend their foes fupplies,
By whom they are undone :"
'Tis adding to your ftrength new pow'r,'
Who had too much of that before.

F

ALSE though fhe be to me and love, T

I'll ne'er purfue revenge;

For ftill the charmer I approve,

Tho' I deplore her change.

Hou flask, once filled with glorious red,
But empty now, for fhame be gone,

Thy fate bemoan,

For, with thy charms, my love is fled, ang A

Fall to the groom or drawer's lot,

Like a stale mistress now forgot:

Here's thy fucceffor!

Then depart,

WHEN

Thou no more can't warm my heart.

W

Love did my trembling heart furprize;
Long have I hugg'd my fond amorous chain,

And long have I mourn'd the fair tyrant's difdain:
Still whining and fighing,

And pining and dying,

Not once bravely trying relief to obtain.

Now fhall the feeble boy refign

To the gay blushing god of wine;
Wine's a fpecifick in every disease:

Drink wine, and frail beauty no longer fhall teafe:
Thus whilst I'm destroying

Th' effects of proud coying,

I'm daily enjoying and purchafing cafe,

Come, put the clattering glaffes round; Hark with what harmony they found! Enlarg'd by this bumper, my freedom I boast; And thus I recover the heart I had loft:

But whence all this trembling!

A relapfe fo refembling;

In vain is diffembling - Clarinda's the toast.

Epithalamium.

THE day is come, I fee it rise,

Betwixt the bride's and bridegroom's eyes;
That golden day they wish'd fo long;
Love pick'd it out midft the throng:
He deftin'd to himself this fun,
And took the reins, and drove him on;
In his own beams he drest him bright,
Yet bid him bring a better night."

The day you wifh'd arriv'd at last,
You with as much that it were past:
One minute more, and night will hide
The bridegroom and the blufhing bride.
The virgin now to bed does go;

fo:

Take care, O youth, fhe rise
not
She pants and trembles at her doom,

And fears, and wishes thou wou'dst come.

The bridegroom comes, he comes apace,
With love and fury in his face;
She fhrinks away, he close purfues,
And prayers and threats at once does ufe.
She, foftly fighing, begs delay,
And with her hand puts his away;
Now out aloud for help fhe cries;
And now, defpairing, fhuts her eyes.

YOUNG

The fylvan train with envy faw

The lovely loving pair;

The fwain approach'd the nymph with awe,
The nymph the fwain with fear.

Fair Brillant fled from his complaint,

Afraid to hear his fighs;

And doubting fhe with joy fhou'd grant,
What she with grief denies.

She racks herself to feem fevere;
He fees fhe does but feign:
Tho' when prefent, fhe's in fear;

When abfent, fhe's in pain.

With pleasure, by fome murmuring ftream,

She liftens to his lays;

Still glad to find herself the theme,

And flatter'd with his praise.

Nor need he follow, for her race

Does ne'er continue long;

She flackens, when he fings, her pace;

And learns her lover's fong.

T

The

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The New-Year's-Gift.

TYRA, reflect how oft the year

Μ

M Has chang'd, fince firft I own'd my flame;

Another face the seasons wear,

Yet cruel Myra's ftill the fame: Unnatural no longer prove,

Reward the passion you create; They do not live, who do not love, By that our being we compleat.

Tho' chilly winter blafts the fields,

And blooming profpects are no more;
No charms, tho' harrafs'd nature yields,
But feems to have lavish'd all her store;
The earth no fooner feels the fun,...
But fpringing verdure decks the meads;
His genial power the flowers own,
And o'er all nature he fucceeds.

Yet, tho' when winter's rage is o'er,
The pregnant, fpring fhines forth again,
And, fpight of autumn's killing power,

A new-born beauty crowns the plain:
When your hard autumn once fhall come,

In vain you will expect the fpring;
Faces have ne'er à fecond bloom,
And time will endlefs winter bring.

Then,