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An honest heart, a conscience free from blame,
HLOE's the wonder of her 'sex,
is How might such killing eyes perplex,
With virtue to defend her!
But Nature, graciously inclin'd,
Nor bent to vex but please us, Has to her boundless beauty join'd
A boundless will to ease us.
ON TH E S A M E. BRIG RIGHT as the day, and like the morning fair, Such Chloe is---and common as the---air.
Τ Η Ε
S A M E.
OF injur'd fame, and mighty wrongs receiv’d,
Chloe complains, and wondrously 's aggriev'd ; '! That free, and lavish of a beauteous face, The fairest and the foulest of her race ; She's mine, or thine, and strolling up and down Sucks in more filth than any sink in town, I not deny, this, I have said 'tis true; What wrong! to give fo bright a nymph her due !
Ç. ORI N N A. CORINNA in the bloom of youth
Was coy to every lover ; Regardless of the tenderest truth,
No soft complaint could move her.
Lay prostrate and adoring;
In vaja alike imploringa
Her lofs of time and pleasure ;
Inviting every gazer.
With the hirit weather changing ;
From sun to fun, still ranging. Myra, let this example more
Your foolish heart to reason ; Youth is the proper time for love, And
age is Virtue's season.
Τ Η Ε
S A M E.
Sowell Corinna likes the joy,
She vows she'll never more be coy; She drinks eternal draughts of pleafure :
Eternal draughts will not suffice,
Ah give me, give me more, she cries, 'Tis all too little measure.
Thus wifely she makes up for time
B E L 1 N D A
BELINDA's pride's an arrant cheat,
A foolish artifice to blind;.
Does still reveal her native mind.
With look demure, and forc'd disdain,
She idly acts the saint;
As we distinguish paint.
The pains she 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
fools design With formal looks to pass for wise ; But Nature is a light will shine,
And break through all disguise.
Youth's a treasure,
Love's a pleasure, Both destroy'd by Time.