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Doubtful LOVE confirm'd.

LAS! when charming Sylvia's gone,
I figh, and think myself undone;
But when the lovely nymph is here,
I'm pleas'd, yet grieve, and hope, yet fear;
Thoughtless of all but her, I rove:

Ah! tell me, is not this to love?

Ah me! what pow'r can move me fo?
I die with grief when fhe muft go;
But I revive at her return,

I fmile, I freeze, I pant, I burn:
Transports so sweet, fo ftrong, fo new,
Say, can they be to friendship due ?

Ah! no, 'tis love, 'tis now too plain,

I feel, I feel the pleafing pain;
For who e'er faw bright Sylvia's eyes,
But wish'd, and long'd, and was her prize?
Gods! if the trueft must be bleft,

Oh, let her be by me poffeft!

NOTOS

T

The Ecftatick LOVER.

ELL me, dear charmer, tell me, Why
All other joys fo quickly cloy,

Ail but the joys of loving thee,
And they alone immortal be?
They neither dull the mind nor sense,
Nor lofe their pleafing influence..

For ever I, with fierce defire,
Cou'd gaze on thee, and never tire;
My ravish'd ears cou'd all day long
Feast on the mufick of thy tongue;
And when that fails, yet ftill in you
I fomething find that's ever new.

The Dreadful CHARMER.

THE bright bewitching Cloe's eyes,

A thousand hearts have won,

Whilft fhe, regardless of the prize,
Securely keeps her own.

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,
Behold on earth a conqu'ring fair,

Who more deferves love's crown to wear;
Not thy own ftar fo bright in heav'n does shine,

Ask of thy fon her name, who, with his dart,
Has deeply grav'd it in my heart;

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,
Eccho lurks in hollow springs,
And, tranfported whilst she fings,
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet.

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,
And raise an everlasting name,

Drink, drink away, drink, drink away,

And there let's be nobly interr'd ;

Let mifers and flaves pop into their graves,
And rot in a dirty church-yard.

To

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To bis Coy Mistress.

HILE on your blooming charms I gaze,
Your tender lips, your foft enchanting eyes,

And all the Venus in your face,

I'm fill'd with pleasure and furprize.

But, cruel goddess, when I find,
Diana's coldness in your mind,
How can I bear that fixt difdain?
My pleasure dies, and I but live in pain.

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,
Th' applauded beauty, doubly bright,
Seems in the am'rous tale to take delight,

And looks as the wou'd let me live;

Yet ftill fhe chides, but with so sweet an air,
That, while fhe love denies, the yet forbids despair.

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