Others, whom avaricious thoughts bewitch, I, whom nor avarice nor pleasures move, If beauty always must my heart enthral, Than madly thus be made a prey to all! One who has early known the pomps of state (For things unknown 'tis ignorance to condemn); And after having view'd the gaudy bait, Can boldly fay, The Trifle I contemn. In her bleft arms contented could 1 live, Contented could I die: but oh! my mind And fees his errors while there 's time to mend. THE DESPAIRING LOVER. DISTRACTED with care For Phyllis the fair, Since nothing could move her, Poor Damon, her lover, Refolves in despair No longer to languish, Nor bear fo much anguish; But, mad with his love, Where a leap from above Would foon finish his woes. When in rage he came there, The fides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And fadly reflecting, That a lover forfaken A new love may get, But a neck when once broken Can never be fet; And, that he could die But as long as he could: How How grievous foever The torment might grow, He fcorn'd to endeavour To finish it fo. But bold, unconcern'd He calmly return'd To his cottage again. S N G, OF Fall the torments, all the cares, Sure rivals are the worst! Sylvia, for all the pangs you fee I can endure my own defpair, A SONG A SONG TO PHYLLIS. I. PHYLLIS, we not grieve that Nature, Forming you, has done her part; And in every fingle feature Shew'd the utmost of her art. Love's a fenfelefs inclination, Where no mercy 's to be found; But is juft, where kind compaffion Gives us balm to heal the wound. IV. Perfians, paying folemn duty, PHYLLIS'S RESOLUTION. I. WHEN flaves their liberty require, They hope no more to gain, But you not only that defire, But ask the power to reign. II. Think II. Think how unjust a suit you make, Your freedom, when you please, pray take, III. No more in vain, Alcander, crave, AN EPISTLE, To a LADY who had refolved against MARRIAGE. MADAM, I cannot but congratulate Your refolution for a fingle ftate; Ladies, who would live undisturb'd and free, This |