C. Simple Strephon, cease complaining, Think not e'er my heart to reign in, Did I take delight to fetter Thrice ten thousand flaves a day, Thrice ten thousand times your betters S. Strive not, faireft, to unbind 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? C. Strephon, leave to talk thus idly? You mistake Chlorinda widely, Thus to teize her o'er and o'er. Seek S. Seek not her who still forbids you; 3 To fome other tell your moan: Choose where'er your fancy leads you, Let Chlorinda but alone.. If Chlorinda ftill denies men C. Since, my Strephon, you so kind are, All pretenfions to refign; Strephon ftruck with joy beholds her, 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, 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, Bids thee all hopes give o'er. The cur that fwam along the flood, By vifionary hopes betray'd, Gaping to catch a fleeting shade, Loft what he held before. Mark, Strephon, and apply this tale, Of hope, quoth Strephon, talk not, friend; Of every cur's a rope. . The IXION, as the poets tell us, Was one of those pragmatic fellows, That impudence in love's no treason. He let his fancy foar much higher; To Juno's high and mighty grace, For fhe was both Jove's wife and fifter, That he got up which way he could. A Nor |