FLORU S.

But vain the Pleasure which the Seafon yields, The Bloom of Flow'rs, and Verdure of the Fields! Far, Damon, far from these unhappy Groves The cruel lovely Rofalinda roves.

DAMON.

Ah! now I know why late the op'ning Buds
Clos'd up their Gems, and ficken'd in the Woods;
Why droop'd the Lilly in her fnowy Pride,

And why the Rofe withdrew her Sweets,and dy'd:
For thee, Fair Rofalind, the opening Buds
Clos'd up their Gems, and ficken'd in the Woods;
For thee the Lilly shed her fnowy Pride,
For thee the Rofe withdrew her Sweets, and dy'd.
FLORUS.

See! where yon Vine in foft Embraces weaves
Her wanton Ringlets with the Mirtle's Leaves;
There tun'd fweet Philomel her fprightly Lay,
Both to the rifing and the falling Day.

But fince fair Rosalind forfook the Plains,
Sweet Philomel no more renews her Strains;
With Sorrow dumb the difregards her Lay,
Nor greets the rifing nor the falling Day.
DAMON.

Ye gentle Gales that fan the fmiling Skies,
Now grown tempestuous by my rifing Sighs;
Say, from my Arms while Rofalinda flies,
How thro' Despair unhappy Damon dies!

Ye warbling Fountains, and ye Chrystal Floods
That march to various Lands thro' various Roads;
Say, when ye find where Rofalind refides,
Say how my Tears encrease your flowing Tides.
DAMON.

Perhaps while we enjoy the verdant Meads,
The living Fountains, and the flow'ry Beds;

She weary wanders thro' untrodden ways,
And o'er the doleful dreary Defart strays.
FLORUS.

Yet from the Pleasure of the verdant Meads,
The living Fountains, and the flow'ry Beds,
Thro' Defarts and untrodden ways I'd go;
And take with thee ev'n Pleasure in my Woe,
Traverse the burning Soil or everlasting Snow;

DAMO N.

Ah! why art thou away, while rich Perfumes Glad all the Air, and while each Mirtle blooms? Behold what Happiness the Country yields; How purl the Streams, how fmile the Groves, and [laugh the Fields! FLORUS.

Come, Rofalind! before the Wintry Clouds And fierce Aquarius difembogue their Floods;" Before the Cold benumbs the frozen Plains: Your Charms may fuffer by the Cold or Rains.

DA

DAMON.

Come, Rofalind! O come! then infant Flow'rs

[yours;

Shall bloom, and fmile, and form their Charms by
By you the Lilly fhall her white compose,
Your Blufh fhall add new Blushes to the Rofe.
Each flow'ry Mead, and ev'ry Tree fhall Bud,
And fuller Honours cloath the youthful Wood.
FLORU S.

Yet ah! forbear to urge your homeward Way,
While Phebus riots in Excess of Day;

Leaft while his Beams infeft the fultry Air,

They thou'd your brighter Charms, O Rofalind,

[impair.

SAPPHO to PHAON.

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LOVE EPISTLE,

Tranflated from OVID.

HAT, after all my Art, will you demand,

WHAT

Before the whole is read, the Writer's

And cou'd you guefs from whom this Letter came,
Before you faw it fign'd with Sappho's Name?
Don't wonder, fince I'm form'd for Lyrics, why
The Strain is turn'd to plaintive Elegy;

I mourn my flighted Love; alas! my Lute,
And sprightly Odes, wou'd ill with Sorrow fuit.

I'm