Thus in great Homer's war throughout the field Some hero ftill made all things mortal yield; But when a god once took the vanquish'd fide, The weak prevail'd, and the victorious dy❜d. 50 To One who accused him of being too fenfual in his Love. THINK not, my Fair! 't is fin or fhame To blefs the man who so adores, To all thofe favours he implores. Beauty is Heav'n's most bounteous gift esteem'd, Yet with not vainly for a love For fenfual joys ye scorn that we should love ye, 12 SONG I. INCONSTANCY EXCUSED. I MUST confefs I am untrue To Gloriana's eyes, But he that 's fmil'd upon by you Muft all the world defpife. In winter fires of little worth Excite our dull defire, But when the fun breaks kindly forth Thofe fainter flames expire. Then blame me not for flighting now What I did once adore; O! do but this one change allow, And I can change no more: Fix'd by your never-failing charms, Till languishing within your arms, 16 SONG II. OH! conceal that charming creature my wond'ring wishing eyes! From Ev'ry motion, ev'ry feature, Yet if I could humbly show her, The gods fome pleasure, pleasure, take, Those who fuffer for their fake. ΤΟ 15 21 SONG III. THE RECONCILEMENT. COME, let us now resolve at last To live and love in quiet; The trueft joys they seldom prove When least I feem'd concern'd, I took No pleasure nor no rest, And when I feign'd an angry look, Own but the fame to me, you'll find Oh! to be happy, to be kind, Sure never is too late. 16 SONG IV. FROM all uneafy paffions free, I fear'd no griefs, but then I found no joys. Amidst a thousand kind defires Which beauty moves and love inspires, Such pangs No heart fo foft as mine can bear; Yet I'll defy the worst of harms: Such are your charms, ΤΟ "Tis worth a life to die within your arms. 14 |