то

M Y R A.

WARN'D and made wife by others flame,

I fled from whence fuch mifchiefs came,

Shunning the fex that kills at fight,
I fought my fafety in my flight.

But ah! in vain from fate we fly!
For, firft or laft, as all muft die,
So 'tis as much decreed above,
That, firft or laft, we all muft love.

My heart, that stood fo long the fhock
Of winds and waves, like fome firm rock,
By one bright spark from Myra thrown,
Is into flame, like powder, blown.

F

OOLISH Love, begone, faid I,
Vain are thy attempts on me,

Thy foft allurements I defy;
Women, thofe fair diffemblers, fly;
My heart's not made for thee.

Love heard, and ftrait prepar'd a dart:
Myra, revenge my cause, said he.
Too fure 'twas fhot; I feel the smart,
It rends my brain, and tears my heart:

O Love! my conqueror, pity me.

ΤΟ

то

M Y R A.

THE SURRENDER.

Now fly, Difcretion, to my aid,

See haughty Myra, fair and bright,

In all the pomp of love array'd;
Ah, how I tremble at her fight!
She comes! he comes! before her all

Mankind does proftrate fall.

Love, a destroyer fierce and young,
Adventurous, terrible, and ftrong,
Cruel and rafh, delighting still to vex,
Sparing nor age nor fex,

Commands in chief: well fortify'd he lies,
And from her lips, her cheeks, her eyes,
All oppofition he defies.

Reason, Love's old inveterate foe,
Scarce ever reconcil'd till now,

Reafon affifts her too.

A wife commander he, for council fit,
But nice and coy, nor has been seen to fit
In modern fynods, nor appear'd of late
In courts or camps, or in affairs of state;
Reafon proclaims them all his foes,
Who fuch refiftlefs charms oppofe.

My very bofom-friends make war

Within my breast, and in her interests are ;
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Efteem

Efteem and Judgment with strong Fancy join,
To call the fair invader in ;

My darling favourite, Inclination too,
All, all confpiring with the foe
Ah! whither fhall I fly to hide

My weakness from the conqueror's pride?
Now, now, Difcretion be my guide!
But fee, this mighty Archimedes too
Surrenders now;

Prefuming longer to refift,

His verv name

Difcretion muft difclaim,

Folly and Madness only would perfist.

TO

M YR A.

'S

ON G.

'LL tell her the next time, faid I:

I'LL

In vain in vain! for when I try,

Upon my timorous tongue the trembling accents die. Alas! a thousand thousand fears

Still over-awe when the appears,

My breath is spent in fighs, my eyes are drown'd in tears.

ΤΟ

O warning of th' approaching flame,
Swiftly like fudden death it came, -
Like travellers by lightning kill'd,
I burnt the moment I beheld.

II.

In whom fo many charms are plac'd,
Is with a mind as nobly grac'd;
The cafe, fo fhining to behold,
Is fill'd with richeft gems and gold.

III.

To what my eyes admir'd before,
I add a thousand graces more;
And fancy blows into a flame

The fpark that from her beauty came.

IV.

The object thus improv'd by thought,
By my own image I am caught:
Pygmalion fo, with fatal art,

Polifh'd the form that ftung his heart.

то

MYR A.

I.

WHEN wilt thou break, my stubborn heart?

O Death, how flow to take my part!

Whatever I purfue, denies,

Death, Death itself, like Myra flies.

II.

Love and Despair, like twins, possest
At the fame fatal birth my breaft:
No hope could be, her fcorn was all
That to my deftin'd lot could fall.

III.

I thought, alas! that Love could dwell
But in warm climes, where no fnow fell;
Like plants, that kindly heat require,
To be maintain'd by constant fire.

IV.

That without hope 'twould die as foon,
A little hope---but I have none.
On air the poor Camelions thrive,
Deny'd ev❜n that, my love can live.

V.

As toughest trees in storms are bred,
And grow
in fpite of winds, and fpread,
The more the tempeft tears and shakes
My love, the deeper root it takes.

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VI. Defpair