When leaft I feem'd concern'd, I took No Pleasure, nor no Reft; And when I feign'd an angry Look Alas! I lov'd you best. Say but the fame to me, you'll find A Receipt to make an Oat-meal Pudding. Oats decorticated take two Pound, to drownd; Of Raisons of the Sun, fton'd, Ounces eight; F A Receipt to make a Sack-Poffet. ROM far Barbadoes, on the Western Main, Fetch Sugar, half a Pound; fetch Sack, from Spain, A Pint; then fetch, from India's fertile Coast, Nutmeg, the Glory of the British Toast, Upon a Giant's Angling. IS Angle-rod made of a:fturdy Oak, meer broke, His Hook he baited with a Dragon's Tail, Of all the Plagues a Lover bears, Sylvia, for all the Pangs you fee, To STREP HON. rephon, at last th' unhappy Veil's remov'd; Sylvia, that Sylvia whom your Damon lov'd, Whom he preferr'd to all the World befide, And for whofe fake he had with Glory dy'd: Sylvia, in whom the Dotard thought to find Beauty and Wit, with Saint-like Virtue join'd, Does all the Treasure of her Charms expofe To Temple Wits, and Covent-Garden Beaux! Looks coy, and fhuns Mankind in open Light, While her Back-door admits them all at Night. LYCON. ECLOGUE. Trephon and Damon's Flocks together fed, bred; Both fam'd for Wit, and fam'd for Beauty both; Both in the Luftre of their blooming Youth: No fullen Cares their tender Thoughts remove, No Paffions difcompofe their Souls, but Love. Once, and but once alone, as Story goes, Between the Youths a fierce Difpute arofe;, Not for the Merit of their tuneful Lays, (Tho' both deferv'd, yet both despis'd that Praise ;) But for a Cause of greater Moment far, That merited a Lover's utmost Care. Each Swain the Prize of Beauty ftrove to gain, Strep. To Flavia, Love, thou juftly ow'ft the Prize, She owns thy Pow'r, nor does thy Laws reprove. Dam. Tho' Sylvia for herself Love's Fow'r defies, What crowds of Vaffals has the made to Love? Strep. When Flavia comes attir'd for Rural Games, Each Curl, each Flow'r fhe wears, a Charm exprefs. Dam. Sylvia, without a Foreign Aid, enflames; Charm'd with her Eyes, we never mind her Dress. Strep. Have you feen Flavia with her Flaxen Hair? She feems an Image of the Queen of Love! Dam. Sylvia's dark Hair like Leda's Locks appear, And yet, like her, has Charms to conquer Jove. Strep. Flavia by Crowds of Lovers is admir'd; Happy that Youth who fhall the Fair enjoy! Dam. Sylvia negle&ts her Lovers, lives retir'd; Happy, that could her lonely Thoughts employ!: Strep. Flavia, where- e'er fhe comes, the Swains fubdues, Dam. Sylvia's foft Charms, as foon as seen, we like; As not to view the Nymph with vast Delight? Dam. Who has seen Sylvia, and fo ftupid been, As to remember any other Sight? Strep. What Thoughts has Flavia, when with Care the Her charming Graces in the Crystal Lakes? [views Dam. To fee hers Sylvia need no Mirrors use: She fees them by the Conquefts that she makes. Strep. With what Affurance Flavia walks the Plains? She knows the Nymphs muft all their Lovers yield. Dam. Sylvia with Blushes wounds the gazing Swains, And while fhe ftrives to fly, fhe wins the Field. Strep. Flavia at first young Melibœus lov'd; For me the did that charming Youth forfake. Strep. If Sylvia's Charms with Flavia's can compare, Lycon. Shepherds enough; now ceafe your am'rous Or too much Heat may carry both too far: [War; I well attended the Difpute, and find Both Nymphs have Charms, but each in diff'rent Kind. Flavia deferves more Pains than fhe will coft; As easily got, were the not easily lost. Sylvia is much more difficult to gain; But, once poffefs'd, will well reward the Pain. We with them Flavia's all, when firft we burn ; But, once poffefs'd, wifh they would Sylvia's turn. And, by the diff'rent Charms in each expreft, One we thou'd fooneft love, the other best. The DESPAIRING LOVER. Iftracted with Care, Dra the Fairs Since nothing cou'd move her, Refolves in Despair No longer to languish, But, mad with his Love, Where, a Leap from above Wou'd foon finish his Woes. When in Rage he came there, Beholding how fteep The Sides did appear, And the Bottom how deep; A new Love may get; But a Neck, when once broken, Can never be fet: And, that he cou'd die Whenever he wou'd; |