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F LA VI A. OF

F two reliefs to ease a love-fick mind.

Flavia prescribes despair: I urge, be kind. Flavia be kind; the remedy 's as sure, 'Tis the most pleasant, and the quickest cure.

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Love is begot by Fancy, bred

By Ignorance, by Expectation fed ; Destroy'd by Knowledge, and at best Lost in the moment 'tis possest.

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WOMEN

OMEN to cards may be compar'd; we play

A round or two; when us’d, we throw away; Take a fresh pack; nor is it worth our grieving, Who cuts or shuffles with our dirty leaving.

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OVE is by Fancy led about,

From Hope to Fear, from Joy to Doubt ;

Whom we now a goddess call,
Divinely grac'd in every feature,
Strait's a deform'd, a perjur'd creature :

Love and Hate are fancy all.

Tis

'Tis but as Fancy shall present Objects of grief, or of content,

That the lover 's blest, or dies; Visions of mighty pains, or pleasure, Imagin'd want, imagin'd treasure,

All in powerful Fancy lies.

LIBERA .

'HOUGH safe thou think'st thy treasure lies,

Conceal'd in chests from human eyes,
A fire may come, and it may be
Bury'd, my friend, as far from thee.
Thy vessel that yon ocean stems,
Loaded with golden duft and gems,
Purchas'd with so much pains and cost,
Yet in a tempest may be lost.
Pimps, whores, and bawds, a tharkless crew,
Priests, pick-pockets, and lawyers too,
All help by several ways to drain,
Thanking themselves for what they gain.
The liberal are secure alone,
For what we frankly give, for ever is our own,

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Written in CLARINDA's Prayer-Book.

IN
N vain, Clarinda, night and day

For mercy to the gods you pray :
What arrogance on heaven to call
For that, which you deny to All!

F U L

V

I A.

WHY pines my dear ? to Fulvia, his young bride,

Who pensive fat, thus aged Cornus cry'd.
Alas! said she, such visions break my reft,

The strangest thoughts! I think I am pofseft:
My symptoms I have told a man of skill,
And---if I would--- he says--- I might---be well:
Take his advice, said he, my poor dear wife,
I'll buy at any rate thy precious life.
Blushing she would excuse, but all in vain,
A doctor must be fetch'd to ease her pain.
Hard press’d, she yields : from White's, or Will's, or

Tom's,
No matter wnich, he's summon'd, and he comes.
The careful husband, with a kind embrace,
Entreats his care; then bows, and quits the place;
For little ailments of attend the fair,
Not decent for a husband's eye or ear.

Some,

right;

Something the dame would say: the ready knight
Prevents her speech ---Here's that shall set

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Madam, said he---with that the door's made clofe,
He gives deliciously the healing dose.
Alas! she cries; ah me! ah cruel cure!
Did ever woman yet like me endure !
The work perform'd ; uprising gay and light,
Old Cornus is call'd in to see the sight.
A sprightly red vermilion's all her face,
And her eyes languish with unusual grace.
With tcars of joy fresh gushing from his eyes,
O wondrous power of art! old Cornus cries;
Amazing change! astonishing success!
Thrice happy I ! what a brave man is this !
Maids, wives, and widows, with like whims poffeft,
May thus find certain ease--- Probatum eft.

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WHY

HY, cruel creature, why fo bent

To vex a tender heart?
To gold and title you relent,

Love throws in vain his dart.

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Let glittering fools in courts be great

For pay let armies move;
Beauty should have no other bait

But gentle vows and love.

If on those endless charms you lay

The value that's their due,
Kings are themselves too poor to pay,

A thousand worlds too few.

But if a passion without vice,

Without disguise or art,
Ah, Cetia! if true love's your price,

Behold it in my heart.

CELIA

SINGING.

WHEN we behold her angel-face,

Or when she sings with heavenly grace,
In what we hear, and what we see,
So javishing's the harmony,
The melting soul, in rapture loft,
Knows not which charm enchants it most.
Sounds that made hills and rocks rejoice,
Amphion's lute, the Syren's voice,
Wonders with pain receiv'd for true,
At once find credit, and renew;
No charms like Celia's voice surprize,
Except the magic of her eyes.

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