W

HILE in the bower, with beauty bleft,
The lov'd Amintor lies;

While finking on Zelinda's breast,

He fondly kifs'd her eyes.

A waking nightingale, who long
Had mourn'd within the fhade,
Sweetly renew'd her plaintive fong,
And warbled thro' the glade.

Melodious fongftrefs, cry'd the fwain,,
To fhades lefs happy go;
Or, if with us thou wilt remain,
Forbear thy tuneful woe.

While in Zelinda's arms I lie,
To fong I am not free;
On her foft bofom while I figh,.
I difcord find in thee.

Zelinda gives me perfect joys:
Then cease thy fond intrufion;
Be filent; mufick now is noise,
Variety confufion.

A MAXIM

A

MAXIM this, amongst the wife;

That abfence cures a love-fick mind: And others, who philofophize,.

Gravely pronounce; That love is blind.. Alas! too well do lovers fee;

And, feparated, beft agree..

Banish me from Belinda's fight;

Or, the fond maid far hence remove :: Our bodies part; our fouls unite;

The more we grieve, the more we love.
Believe the youth, you wrongly blame:
Abfence adds fuel to the flame.

Between us burning defarts place;
Or tracklefs mountains hid in fnow:
Or, let the wide, unfathom'd space
Of roaring feas, between us flow:
Place, or not place them; 'tis all one;
Empires have bounds; but, love has none.

Secure us, if you can fecure,

On diftant rocks, in towers of brafs: When faithful lovers moft endure,

Still, moft improv'd, their minutes pafs. Imprifon her; imprifon me:

In fpite of prifons, thought is free!

Ceale

Cease, then, your idle, cruel arts;
Recall your harsh command:
A destiny rules over hearts;

And, who can deftiny withstand?
In vain, alas, is human skill:
Love will be love; do what you will,

OVE's a dream of mighty treafure,
Which in fancy we poffefs:

In the folly lies the pleasure ;,

Wisdom always makes it lefs..

When we are with paffion heated,
We a goddess have in chace;
Like Ixion all are cheated,
And a watery cloud embrace.

Happy only is the lover

Whom his mistress well deceives;

Seeking nothing to discover,

He contented lives at eafe....

But the wretch that would be knowing
What the fair one would disguise,
Labours for his own undoing,
Changing happy, to be wife..

CHLORIS,

C

HLORIS, 'twill be for either's reft,
Truly to know each other's breast:
I'll make th' obfcurest part of mine
Tranfparent as I would have thine.
If you will deal but fo with me,
We foon fhall part, or foon agree.'

Know then, tho' you were twice as fair,
If it could be, as now you are;
And tho' the graces of your mind
With a refembling luftre shin'd;
Yet if you lov'd me not, you'd fee
I'd value those as you do me.!.

Tho' I a thousand times have fworn
My paffion fhould tranfcend your fcorn,
And that your bright triumphant eyes
Create a flame that never dies 3:

Yet if to me you prov'd untrue,
Those oaths should prove as falfe to you.

If I vow'd to pay love for hate,

'Twas, 'caufe I knew 'twas not my fate;
Or that my flame fhould deathlefs prove,
'Twas but to render fo your love:
I brag'd, as cowards ufe to do
Of dangers they'll ne'er run into..

And

And now my tenets I have fhow'd,
If you think them too great a load;

To attempt your change, were but in vain,
The conqueft not being worth the pain.
With them I'll other nymphs fubdue
'Tis too much to lofe time, and you.

ELL my Strephon, that I die;

Let ecchoes to each other tell,
'Till the mournful accents come
To Strephon's ear, and all is well.

But gently breathe the fatal truth,
And foften every harfher found;
For Strephon's fuch a tender youth,

The fofteft words too deep will wound.

Now fountains, ecchoes, all be dumb;
For fhould I coft my swain a tear,
I fhould repent it in my tomb,
And grieve I bought my reft fo dear.

Sher