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What tho' the absent sun, retir'd,
The naked field no longer warms ?
Opens as wide, as gaily charms.
Thy flow'rs for ever hold their prime,
Nor frosts, nor chilling winters fear ;
'Tis spring or summer all the year.
Pity, lov'd maid, that envious years,
Thy youth fou'd hurt, thy sweets consume:
Unchang'd, and always in its bloom.
Each youth with thee must surely grieve
The partial rigour of the sky;
When Mira's beauties fade and die.
A few fair months our gardens charm;
Now flourish, and anon decay:
And every verdant month is May.
Let autumns then the lilly hide,
Our roses blast, our myrtles chill :
'Tis June, or fragrant April ftill.
Victorious nymph! whose hand has done
Beyond weak nature's fainter power : Waking each plant without the fun;
Swelling each bud without the shower.
When every field beside is seen
Robb’d of its pride, we here behold Gay spreading stems of lively green,
And yellow fruit of ripening gold.
WIT and BEAUTY too bard a Match.
To free my doating heart,
And charms it down by art.
Then, when her wit I've often foil'd,
With one commanding view, I'm by her eyes again beguild,
And captive took anew.
Her wit alone were vain; alone
Her beauty wou'd not do; But what the devil can be done
With wit and beauty too?
All its joys are bought and sold; Money is a feature made,
And beauty is confin'd to gold.
Courtship is but terms of art ;
Portion, settlement, and dower, Soften the most obdurate heart;
The lawyer only is the wooer.
My stock can never reach a wife
It may a small retailing whore: Let men of fortune buy for life,
A night's a purchase for the poor.
LOTHARI A's Excellence.
All ye fweets of blooming May;
While Lotharia keeps away?
Shade, ye clouds, the smiling sky:
Softer fun-fhine fills her eye.
Power of Love and Good Wine.
F Drink, drink, and defy all pow'r but Love:
Wine gives the slave his liberty,
Drink, drink away,
Make a night of the day; 'Tis nectar, 'tis liquor divine ;
The pleasures of life,
Free from anguish and strife, Are owing to love and good wine.
For him thou never canst retrieve;
Call pride to thy aid,
And be not afraid
As handsome as he, ,
Perhaps he may be,
Tbe TRUTH i9 WIN E.
Fill the bowl with ftreams of pleasure,
Such as Gallia's vintage boast; These are tides that bring our treasure ;
Love and friendship be the toast.
First, our mistresses approving,
With bright beauty crown the glass; He, that is too dull for loving,
Muft, in friendship, be an ass.
Pylades is with Orestes
Said to have one common foul, But the meaning of the jest is
In the bottom of the bowl.
Thus, by means of honest drinking,
Often is the truth found out,
Spare your pains, and drink about.