An honeft heart, a confcience free from blame, Who lord of his own appetites can be : Worfe is an evil fame, much worse than none. } CHLOE. C H L E. C HLOE's the wonder of her fex, 'Tis well her heart is tender! How might fuch killing eyes perplex, With virtue to defend her! But Nature, graciouffy inclin'd, BRIGHT as the day, and like the morning fair, Chloe is---and common as the---air. ON THE SAME. OF injur'd fame, and mighty wrongs receiv'd, Chloe complains, and wondrously 's aggriev'd; 4 That free, and lavish of a beauteous face, The faireft and the fouleft of her race; She's mine, or thine, and strolling up and down I not deny, this, I have faid 'tis true; What wrong! to give fo bright a nymph her due! CORINN A. CORINNA in the bloom of youth Was coy to every lover; Regardless of the tenderest truth, Mankind was hers: all at her feet But now, grown old, fhe would repair But Love's a fummer flower, that dies The lover, like the fwallow, flies Myra, let this example more ΟΝ ON THE SAME. So well Corinna likes the joy, She vows fhe'll never more be coy; She drinks eternal draughts of pleafure : Eternal draughts will not suffice, Ah give me, give me more, fhe cries, 'Tis all too little measure. Thus wifely fhe makes up for time They mend their pace as night comes on, BE ELINDA's pride's an arrant cheat, Some honeft glance, that fcorns deceit, With look demure, and forc'd difdain, She idly acts the faint; We fee through this difguife, as plain The The pains fhe takes are vainly meant To hide her amorous heart, 'Tis like perfuming an ill scent, The smell 's too strong for art. So have I feen grave fools defign ́ CLARINDA. N vain a thousand flaves have try'd IN To overcome Clarinda's pride : Love perfuading, When her icy heart is thaw'd, Honour chides, and ftrait fhe 's aw'd. Foolish creature, Follow Nature, Waste not thus your prime ; Youth's a treasure, Love's a pleasure, Both destroy'd by Time. THE |