Then you fo much kindness show,

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My defpair deluded flies;
And indulgent dreams bestow
What your cruelty denies.

Blush not that your image Love
Naked to my fancy brought; .
'Tis hard, methinks, to disapprove
The joys I feel without your fault.

Wonder not a fancy'd blifs

Can fuch griefs as mine remove; That honour as fantastic is,

Which makes you flight fuch constant love.

The virtue which you value fo,

Is but a fancy frail and vain;

Nothing is folid here below,

Except my love and your disdain.

To One who accufed him of being too fenfual ins his Love.

THINK not, my fair, 'tis fin or fhame,

To blefs the man who fo adores;

Nor give fo hard, unjust a name,

To all those favours he implores.

Beauty is heaven's moft bounteous gift efteem'd,

Because by love men are from vice redeem'd.

Yet

Yet wish not vainly for a love

From all the force of nature clear:

That is referv'd for thofe above,

And 'tis a fault to claim it here.

For fenfual joys ye fcorn that we should love ye,
But love without them is as much above ye.

THE

WARNING.

LOVERS, who waste your thoughts and youth

In paffion's fond extremes,

Who dream of women's love and truth,
And doat upon your dreams:

'I should not here your fancy take
From fuch a pleasing state,
Were you not sure at last to wake,
And find your fault too late.

Then learn betimes, the love which crowns
Our cares is all but wiles,
"Compos'd of falfe fantastic frowns,

And foft diffembling fmiles.

With anger, which fometimes they feign,

They cruel tyrants prove;

And then turn flatterers again,

With as affected love..

As if fome injury was meant

To those they kindly us'd,

Thofe lovers are the most content

That have been still refus'd.

Since

Since each has in his bofom nurft

A false and fawning foe,

'Tis juft and wife, by ftriking first,

To 'fcape the fatal blow.

то A MORETT A.

WHEN I held out against your eyes,

You took the fureft courfe;

A heart unwary to furprize,
You ne'er could take by force.

However, though I ftrive no more,
The fort will now be priz'd,
Which, if furrender'd up before,
Perhaps had been despis'd.

But, gentle Amoretta, though.

I cannot love refift,

Think not, when you have caught me fo,
To ufe me as you lift.

Inconftancy or coldness will

My foolish heart reclaim :

Then I come off with honour still,
But you, alas! with fhame.

A heart by kindness only gain'd,
Will a dear conquest prove ;

And, to be kept, must be maintain'd
At vaft expence of love.

THE

THE VENTURE.

OH, how I languish! what a strange

Unruly fierce defire !

My spirits feel fome wondrous change,
My heart is all on fire.

Now, all ye wifer thoughts, away,
In vain your tale ye tell

Of patient hopes, and dull delay,
Love's foppish part; farewell.`

Suppofe one week's delay would give
All that my wishes move;
Oh, who fo long a time can live,
Stretch'd on the rack of love?

Her foul perhaps is too fublime,
To like fuch flavish fear;
Difcretion, prudence, all is crime,
If once condemn'd by her.

When honour does the foldier call
To fome unequal fight,
Refolv'd to conquer, or to fall,

Before his general's fight;

Advanc'd the happy hero lives;
Or if ill Fate denies,

The noble rashness heaven forgives,

And gloriously he dies.

INCON

INCONSTANCY EXCUSED.

S O N G.

I Muft confefs, I am untrue

To Gloriana's eyes;

But he that 's fmil'd upon by you,
Muft all the world despise.

In winter, fires of little worth
Excite our dull defire;

But when the fun breaks kindly forth,
Those fainter flames expire.

Then blame me not for flighting now
What I did once adore;

O, do but this one change allow,
And I can change no more:

Fixt by your never-failing charms,
Till I with age decay,

Till languishing within your arms,

OF

From my wondering, wishing eyes!

Every motion, every feature

Does fome ravifh'd heart furprize;

But