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Es, Daphne, in your face I find

Thofe charms by which my heart's betray'd; Then let not your disdain unbind

The prifoner that your eyes have made: She that in love makes least defence, Wounds ever with the fureft dart; Beauty may captivate the fenfe,

But kindness only gains the heart.

"Tis kindness, Daphne, muft maintain
The empire that you once have won;
When beauty does like tyrants reign,
Its fubjects from their duty run:
Then force me not to be untrue,
Left I, compell'd by gen'rous fhame,
Caft off my loyalty to you,
To gain a glorious rebel's name.

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HAT fhall I do, to fhew how much I love her?
How many millions of fighs can fuffice?

That which wins other hearts never can move her;

Those common methods of love she'll despise.

I will love more than man e'er lov'd before me,
Gaze on her all the day, melt all the night;

Till, for her own fake, at last she'll implore me
To love her lefs, to preserve our delight.

Since gods themselves cannot ever be loving,
Men must have breathing recruits for new joys;
I wish my love cou'd be always improving;
Tho' eager love more than forrow destroys.

In fair Aurelia's arms leave me expiring,

To be embalm'd by the fweets of her breath;
To the last moment I'll still be defiring:
Never had hero fo glorious a death.

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The willing Prifoner.

ET fools great Cupid's yoke disdain,
Loving their own wild freedom better;
Whilft, proud of my triumphant chain,
I fit and court my beauteous fetter.

Her murd'ring glances, fnaring hairs,
And her bewitching fimiles fo please me,
As he brings ruin, that repairs

The fweet afflictions that disease me.

Hide not those panting balls of fnow,
With envious veils, from my beholding;

Unlock thofe lips, their pearly row

In a sweet smile of love unfolding.

And let those eyes, whose motion wheels
The reftlefs fate of every lover,

Survey the pains my fick heart feels,

And wounds themselves have made, discover.

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HEN, lovely Phillis, thou art kind,

Nought but raptures fill my mind;

'Tis then I think thee fo divine,

To excel the mighty power of wine:
But when thou infult'ft, and laughs at my pain,.
I wash thee away with sparkling Champaign:
So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother,
And drive out one god by the power of another.

When pity in thy looks I fee,

I freely quit my friends for thee,
Perfuafive love fo charms me then,
My freedom I'd not wish again:

But when thou art cruel and heed'ft not my care,
Straight with a bumper I banish despair:
So bravely, &c.

Ο

N the brow of Richmond hill, Which Europe fcarce can parallel, Every eye fuch wonders fill,

To view the prospect round; Where the filver Thames does glide, And ftately courts are edify'd, Meadows deck'd in fummer's pride, With verdant beauties crown'd.

Lovely Cynthia paffing by

With brighter glories bleft my eye;
Ah! then in vain, in vain, faid I,
The fields and flowers do fhine;
Nature in this charming place,
Created pleasure in excess;
But all are poor to Cynthia's face,
Whofe features are divine.

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