·A' Doubtful LOVE confirm'd. LAS! when charming Sylvia's gone, Ah! tell me, is not this to love? Ah me! what pow'r can move me fo? I fmile, I freeze, I pant, I burn: Ah! no, 'tis love, 'tis now too plain, I feel, I feel the pleafing pain; Oh, let her be by me poffeft! NOTOS T The Ecftatick LOVER. ELL me, dear charmer, tell me, Why Ail but the joys of loving thee, For ever I, with fierce defire, The Dreadful CHARMER. THE bright bewitching Cloe's eyes, A thousand hearts have won, Whilft fhe, regardless of the prize, Ah! what a dreadful dame are you, Who, if you e'er design To make one happy, must undo Nine hundred ninety nine? Beauty V ENUS, thy throne of beauty now resign, Who more deferves love's crown to wear; Ask of thy fon her name, who, with his dart, Or ask the god of tuneful found, Who fings it to his lyre, And does this maid infpire, With his own art to give a furer wound. Hark! ye groves, her fongs repeat, Cou'd Narciffus fee or hear her, From his fountain he wou'd fly, And, with awe approaching near her,. For a real beauty die. Yet Venus once again my song attend, And when from heav'n you shall defcend, This fhining empress to array, When you prefent her all your train of loves, Your chariot, and your murm'ring doves, (gay; Tell her the wants one charm to make the reft more Then finiling to th' harmonious beauty say: To a lovely voice and air, Let a tender heart be join'd; Love can make you doubly fair ; Mufick's fweeter when you're kind. The Toper's Teftament. SHOU'D I die by the force of good wine, "Tis my will that a tan be my shrine; And for the age to come, Engrave this story on my tomb: Here lies a body once fo brave, Who with drinking made his grave. Since thus to die will purchase fame, Drink, drink away, drink, drink away, And there let's be nobly interr'd ; Let mifers and flaves pop into their graves, To W To bis Coy Mistress. HILE on your blooming charms I gaze, And all the Venus in your face, I'm fill'd with pleasure and furprize. But, cruel goddess, when I find, Tyrant Cupid, when, relenting, Will you touch the charmer's heart ? Sooth her breast to foft confenting, Or remove from mine the dart. But, fee! while to my paffion voice I give, And looks as the wou'd let me live; Yet ftill fhe chides, but with so sweet an air, Fear not, doubting fair, t' approve me, Can you love me? Frown not if you answer no; When again I ask, pursuing, If you'll stay and fee my ruin, Fly, but let me with you go. VERTUMNUS |