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LIGHT a Foe to Love.

EGONE, begone, thou too propitious light,

Intruder to my joys,
Thou canst not give such dear delight,

As thy approach destroys.

Just now Amanda, full of charms,
Lay panting, yielding in my arms,
Crying, Ah Strephon, now let's live,
Take all you ask, or I can give.

But at thy blushes conscious grown,
Of too great freedom she had shown,
She check'd her flame, and blushing too,
Away the airy vision flew.

Emptiness of Love.
N vain we say that love's the best

Of all our human joys;
If not obtain'd, it breaks our rest,

If once poffeft, it cloys.

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The Reasonable Exchange.

F Cælia's eyes are so divine,

T'attract so many hearts,
Say, Damon, if you can define,
What mighty mischiet the wou'd do,
Were we to take a nicer-view,

Of all her other parts ?

Then pr’ythee, Damon, once be kind,

And some good nature shew ; Tell Cælia, tell her, as my friend, 'Tis meerly just she shou'd resign Whatever heart she has of mine,

Or give me one in lieu.

Advice to Toung Ladies.
AIR ones, while your beauty's blooming,

Use your time, left age resuming
What your youth profusely lends,
You're depriv'd of all your glories,
And condemn’d to tell old stories

To your unbelieving friends.

Vol. IV.



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Beautiful COLLINDA.
N summer's solstice, scorch'd with heat,
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Collinda seeks a cool retreat,
By purling streams in flow'ry groves,
Attended by a train of loves :
What beauties in the nymph appear!
Her shape, her face, and sprightly air,
Thro' every graceful motion shine,
And all the nymph appears divine.

Her comely locks all careless flew,
At every gentle breeze that blew;
And rudely left expos’d to fight,
Her lovely breasts all snowy white;
Her Gilken wrapper loosely hung,
Which (ever as the wind blew strong)
Discover'd such a shape and air
As might with goddesses compare.

Had Paris, when he judg'd the prize,
Twixt the contending deities,
On Ida's mount, Collinda seen,
Cytherea fure had rivall'd been;
Another Helen he'd poflefs'd,
Far more beauteous than the first,
Whose pow'rful charms wou'd gods inspire,
Nor Troy alone, but Europe fire.


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Joys of Conftancy.
RIS, your lovely fatal eyes

Command such pow'rful darts,
No wonder if you one despise,

To wound a thousand hearts.

But cou'd you guess the vast delight,

To constant lovers known,
You wou'd your thousand conquests sight,

And rule my heart alone.

The Amorous Swain made Happy.

N am'rous swain to Juno pray'd,

And thus his suit did move,
Give me, oh! give me the dear maid,

Or take away my love.

The goddess thunder'd from the skies,

And granted his request :
To make him happy, made him wife,

And drove her from his breast.

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ENDER hearts to every passion

Still their freedom wou'd betray;
But how calm is inclination,

When our reason bears the sway!

Swains themselves, while they pursue us,

Often teach us to deny ;
Whilst we fly, they fondly woe us,

If we grow too fond, they fly.

The Wishing Lover.

OVELY charmer, dearest creature, L

Kind invader of my heart, Gract with every gift of nature,

Grac'd with every help of art.

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Oh! cou'd I but make thee love me,

As thy charms my heart have mov'd, None cou'd e'er be blest above me,

None cou'd e'er be more beloy’d.


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