C. Simple Strephon, cease complaining,
Talk no more of foolish love;

Think not e'er my heart to reign in,
Think not all you say can move.

Did I take delight to fetter

Thrice ten thousand flaves a day,

Thrice ten thousand times your betters
Gladly would my rule obey.

S. Strive not, faireft, to unbind me;
Let me keep my pleafing chain:
Charms that firft to love inclin'd me,

Will for ever love maintain.

Would

you fend my heart a roving?

First to love I must forbear.

Would you have me cease from loving?
You must ceafe from being fair.

C. Strephon, leave to talk thus idly?
Let me hear of love no more:

You mistake Chlorinda widely,

Thus to teize her o'er and o'er.

Seek

S.

Seek not her who still forbids you;

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To fome other tell your moan:

Choose where'er your fancy leads you,

Let Chlorinda but alone..

If Chlorinda ftill denies men
That which none but she can give,
Let the whole wide world defpife me,
'Tis for her alone I live.

C. Since, my Strephon, you so kind are,

All pretenfions to refign;

Strephon ftruck with joy beholds her,
Would have spoke but knew not how;
But he look'd fuch things as told her
More than all his fpeech could do.

Το

To CHLORIND A.

SEE

By the Same.

EE, Strephon, what unhappy fate Does on thy fruitlefs paffion wait, Adding to flame fresh fuel:

Rather than thou should'ft favour find,

The kindeft foul on earth's unkind,

And the best nature cruel.

The goodness, which Chlorinda fhews,
From mildness and good breeding flows,

But muft not love be stil'd:

Or elfe 'tis fuch as mothers try,

When wearied with inceffant

cry,

They still a froward child.

She

She with a graceful mien and air,
Genteely civil, yet fevere,

Bids thee all hopes give o'er.
Friendship the offers, pure and free;
And who, with fuch a friend as she,
Could want, or wish for more?

The cur that fwam along the flood,
His mouth well fill'd with morfel good,
(Too good for common cur ! )

By vifionary hopes betray'd,

Gaping to catch a fleeting shade,

Loft what he held before.

Mark, Strephon, and apply this tale,
Left love and friendship both should fail;
Where then would be thy hope?

Of hope, quoth Strephon, talk not, friend;
And for applying-know, the end

Of every cur's a rope.

.

The

IXION, as the poets tell us,

Was one of those pragmatic fellows,
Who claim a right to kifs the hand
Of the beft lady in the land;
;
Demonstrating by dint of reason,

That impudence in love's no treason.

He let his fancy foar much higher;
And ventur'd boldly to aspire

To Juno's high and mighty grace,
And woo'd the goddess face to face,
What mortal e'er had whims fo odd,
To think of cuckolding a God?

For fhe was both Jove's wife and fifter,
. And yet the rascal would have kiss'd her.
How he got up to heav'n's high palace,
Not one of all the poets tell us ;
It must be therefore understood,

That he got up which way he could.

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