[STEEL.] LET not Love on me bestow I know not what the lovers feign [PHILLIPS.] WHY we love, and why we hate, Guides the shaft from Cupid's bow. If on me Zelinda frown, Madness 'tis all in me to grieve; Since her will is not her own, Why should I uneasy live. If I for Zelinda die Deaf to poor Mizella's cries, [LADY MARY W. MONTAGUE.] DEAR Colin prevent my warm blushes, My passion would lose by expression, Since your's is the province of speaking, Then quickly why don't you discover? What I in my bosom confine. THE ANSWER. [SIR W. YONGE.] GOOD Madam, when ladies are willing, For one that can love without rule. At least you should wait for our offers, You should leave us to guess at your blushing, And not speak the matter too plain; 'Tis ours to be forward and pushing; That you're in a terrible taking From all your fond oglings I see; [SOAME JENYNS.] WHEN first I sought fair Cælia's love, But long in vain did I adore, At last o'ercome she made me blest, But let not this, dear Cælia, now CORINNA cost me many a prayer, Ere I her heart could gain, But she ten thousand more should hear To take that heart again. Despair I thought the greatest curse, Most cruel when too kind. How blindly then does Cupid carve, Who does at first his lovers starve, [ROCHESTER.] ALL my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone; Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone. |