Corinna enters with her Neck all bare, But where 'twas cover'd by loose dangling Hair; Or Laï's to fo many Lovers dear. About her Shoulders carelefly was thrown, The reft you guess: We were both tir'd too foon< A Hue and Cry after FAIR A MORE T. By Mr. CONGREVE. FAIR Amoret is gone aftrays Purfue and feek her, ev'ry Lover; I'll tell the Signs, by which you may The wand'ring Shepherdefs discover. II. Coquet and Coy at once her Air, Both ftudy'd, tho' both feem neglected; Careless she is with artful Care, Affecting to feem unaffected. III. With Skill her Eyes dart ev'ry Glance, Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er fufpect 'em ; H.S IV. She likes herfelf, yet others hates Look'd, and I figh'd, and I wish'd I cou'd speak, But when I ftrove moft my Paffion to break, II. 2 I fwore to my felf, and refolv❜d I wou'd try III. Dear Calia be kind then; and fince your own Eyes Give mine leave to talk too, and do not despise IV. We'll look, and we'll love, and tho' neither fhou'd The Pleasure we'll ftill be pursuing; [fpeak, And fo, without Words, I don't doubt we may make A very good end of this Wooing. A SON G. By the fame Hand. H! what Pains, what racking Thoughts he proves, A In cruel Abfence doom'd paft Joys to mourn, Song in Dialogue, for two Women. I. I Love, and am belov'd again, Strephon no more fhall figh in vain: I've try'd his Faith, and found him true, And all my Coyness bid adeu. II. I love, and am belov'd again, 1. Men will grow faint with tedious Fafting, Then let us beware how far we confent, We feed not the Fire, But make it more quickly expire. N G. A S Ο Ν By the fame Hand Rant me, gentle Love, faid I, } Long I've born Excess of Pain, SON G. By the fame Hand. Ruel Amynta, can you fee CRUCI Heart thus torn which you betray'd> Love of himself ne'er vanquish'd me, But thro' your Eyes the Conqueft made. In Ambush there the Traitor lay, SON G. By the fame Hand. SEE, fee the wakes, Sabina wakes! now And now the Sun begins to rife; Lefs glorious is the Morn that breaks With Light united, Day they give, Ious Selinda goes to Pray❜rs, If I but ask the Favour; And yet the tender Fool's in Tears, Wou'd I were free from this Restraint, W LES BI A. By the fame Hand. HEN Lesbia firft I saw so heav'nly Fair, With Eyes fo bright, and with that awful Ais, I thought my Heart, which durft fo high aspire, As bold as his who fnatch'd Coeleftial Fire. But foon as e'er the beauteous Idiot spoke, Forth from her Coral Lips fuch Folly broke, Like Balm the trickling Nonsense heal'd my Wound, And what her Eyes enthral'd, her Tongue unbound. PROLOGUE to the PRINCESS. Spoken by Mrs. Bracegirdle. IF what we feel of Joy cou'd be exprefs'd, It were unworthy of our Royal Gueft: |