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And vanquilh'd goddesses, disgrac'd fo late,
May bear you hard; I therefore fear their hate.
Nor make no question, but if I confort you,
And for a ravilher our Greece report you ;,
War will be wag'd with Troy, and you shall rue
The sword (alas !) your conqueft shall pursue.
When Hypodamia, at her bridal fealt,
Was rudely ravish'd by her Centaur guest;
Because the salvages the bride durft seize,
War grew betwixt them and the lapythes.
Or think you Menelaus hath no spleen?
Or that he hath not power to avenge his teen?
Or that old Tyndarus this wrong can fmother?
Or the two famous twins each lov'd of other?

So where your valour and rare deeds you boast, And warlike spirits in which you triumph'd most; By which you have attain's 'mongst soldiers grace, None will believe you, that but sees your face. Your feature, and fair shape, is fitter far For amorous courtships, than remorsless war. Let rough-hew'd soldiers warlike dangers prove, 'Tis pity Paris fhould do ought fave love. Hector (whom you so praise) for you may fights I'll find you war to skirmish every night, Which shall become you better. Were I wise, And bold withal, I might obtain the prize: In such sweet single combats, hand to hand, 'Gainst which no woman that is wise will stand. My champion I'll encounter breast to breaft, Tho' I were sure to fall, and be o'erprest.

If that you private conference intreat me,
I apprehend you, and you cannot cheat me ; :

I know the meaning, durft I yield thereto,
Of what you would confer, what you would do.
You are too forward, - you too far would wade ;
But yet (God knows) your harvest's in the blade...
My tired pen shall here its, labour end,
A guilty sense in thievish lines I send.
Speak next when your occasion best persuades,
By Clymene and Æthra my two maids.

The passionate Shepherd to his Lover

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Live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasure prove, .
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we fit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks, -
By shallow rivers, by whose fals
Melodious birds fing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant pofies;
A cap of flowers, and a girdle
Imbroider'd all with leaves of myrtle ; .
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull jn
Fur lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold ;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps, and amber studs.
And if these pleasures may.thee move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing,
For thy delight each May morning.

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If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherdo

If that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue;
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
Time drives the flock from field to fold,
When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb,
And all complain of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields.
To wayward winter reckoning yield :
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but forrow's fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses,
Thy cap, thy girdle, and thy pofies ;
Some break, some wither, some forgotten,..
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds ;
Thy corał clasps, and amber studs s ,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee, and be thy love.
But could youth last, and love ftill breed,
Had joys no date and age no need;
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Another of the fame Nature.

Come live with me, and be my dearge
And we will revel all the year

In plains and groves, on hills and dales,
Where fragrant air breathes sweetest gales.
There shall you have the beauteous pine,
The cedar, and the spreading vine,
And all the woods to be a skreen,
Left Phoebus kiss my summer's queen.
The seat of your disport shall be,
Over some river, in a tree ;
Where Glver fands and pebbles sings:
Eternal dinties to the spring.
There you shall see the nymphs at playo-
And how the fatyrs spend the day:
The fishes gliding on the sands,
Cffering their bellies to your hands;
The birds, with heavenly-tuned throatsge
Poffels woods echoes with sweet notes ;..
Which to your fenses will impart
A mufick to inflame the heart.
Upon the bare and leafiess oak,
The ring-doves wooings will provoke
A colder blood than you pofsess,
To play with me, and do no lesa.
In bowers of laurel trimly dight,
We will out wear the filent night,
While Flora busy is to spread
Her richest treasure on our bed.
The glow-worms fhall on you attend,
And all their sparkling lights thall spend g:
All to adorn and beautify
Your lodging with most majesty :
Then in my arms will.I inclofe-
Lilies fair mixture with the rose;
Whose nice perfections in love's play,,
Shall tune me to the highest key:

Thus as we pass the welcome night
In sportful pleasures and delight,-
The nimble fairies on the grounds
Shall dance and fing melodious sounds
If these may serve for to intice,
Your presence to love's paradises
Then come with me, and be


dearg And we will strait begin the year.

Take, O! take those lips away;.
That so sweetly were forsworn ;
And those eyes, the break of day;.
Lights which do mislead the morn.

But my kifles bring again,
Seals of love, tho' seald in vainz.

Hide, O! hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow,.
Are of those that April wears.

But my poor heart first set free;
Bound in those.icy chains by thee:

Let the bird of lowest layo
On the fole Arabian tree,
Herald sad, and trumpet be,
To whose found chaste wings obey,
But thou shrieking harbinger, ·
Foul procurer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop. come thou not neart:

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