And you, my Cloe, pity fhow,

Serenely look thofe conquering eyes;

Pity the pain I undergo;

And with a fmile your fwain furprize.
When Cloe fmiles, her charms refiftless are,
And Cloe kind, is Cloe doubly fair.

Cloe, cou'd I your favour move,
Proudly I'd triumph in your chain;
Nor fhou'd you e'er repent your love,
By Strephon ferv'd, your faithful swain :
Strephon, who will with all you with comply,
Nor wou'd refufe, fhou'd you command, to die,

Sing all ye fhepherds, greet the day,

Which gave my lovely Cloe birth;

Cloe, the goddess of the May:

Leave all your flocks, and hafte to mirth: Come, pipe and dance, and try each rural play, And join in chorus with my amorous lay.

PASTORA'S

P

ASTORA's beauties, when unblown, E'er yet the tender bud did cleave, To my more early love were known,

Their fatal power I did perceive: How often in the dead of night,

When all the world lay hufh'd in fleep,
Have I thought this my chief delight,
To figh for you, for you to weep.

Upon my heart, whofe leaf of white
No letter yet did ever ftain,

Fate (whom none can controul) did write,
The fair Paftora here must reign:
Her eyes, thofe darling funs, fhall prove.
Thy love to be of noble race,

Which took its flight fo far above
All human things, on her to gaze.

How can you then a love despise,
A love that was infus'd by you?
You gave breath to its infant fighs,
And all its griefs that did enfue:
The power you have to wound I feel;
How long fhall I of that complain?
Now fhew the power you have to heal,
And take away the torturing pain.

ST

TRIPT of their greens our groves appear;
Our vales lie buried deep in fnow;
The blowing north controuls the air;
A nipping cold chills all below:
The froft has glaz'd our deepest ftreams,
Phoebus withdraws his kindly beams;
Yet, winter, bleft be thy return,

Thou'ft brought the fwain for whom I mourn;

And in thy ice with pleafing flames we burn.

Too foon the fun's reviving heat

Will thaw that ice, and melt that fnow;

Trumpets will found, and drums will beat,

And tell me the dear youth must go;

Then must my weak unwilling arms
Refign him up to stronger charms:

What fweets, what flowers, what beauteous thing,
Now Damon's gone, can eafe or pleasure bring;
Winter brings Damon, winter is my fpring.

WHEREVER

WHEREVER I am, and whatever I do,

is ftill in my mind;

When, angry, I mean not to Phillis to go,
My feet of themfelves the way find
Unknown to myfelf, I am juft at her door,
And when I wou'd rail, I can bring out no more,
Than, Phillis too fair and unkind!

When Phillis I fee, my heart burns in my breast,
And the love I wou'd ftifle is shown:
But, afleep, or awake, I am never at reft,
When from mine eyes Phillis is gone:
Sometimes a fweet dream doth delude my
But, alas! when I wake, and no Phillis I find,

Then I figh to myself all alone.

Shou'd a king be my rival in her I adore,

He fhou'd offer his treasure in vain :
O let me alone to be happy and poor,
And give me my Phillis again :

Let Phillis be mine, and but ever be kind,
I cou'd to a defert with her be confin'd,

And envy no monarch his reign.

fad mind;

VOL. I.

Χ

Alas!

Alas! I discover too much of my love;

And the too well knows her own power: She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove, And makes me grow jealous each hour.

But let her each minute torment my poor mind, I had rather love Phillis, both falfe and unkind, Than ever be freed from her power.

W

HILE I liften to thy voice,
Chloris, I feel my life decay;
That powerful noife

Calls my fleeting foul away.
Oh! fupprefs that magick found,
Which deftroys without a wound.

Peace, Chloris, peace, or finging die;
That together you and I

To heaven may go :

For all we know

Of what the bleffed do above,

Is, that they fing, and that they love.

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