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 And why the Rofe withdrew her Sweets,and dy'd: See! where yon Vine in foft Embraces weaves But fince fair Rosalind forfook the Plains, Ye gentle Gales that fan the fmiling Skies, Ye warbling Fountains, and ye Chrystal Floods Perhaps while we enjoy the verdant Meads, She weary wanders thro' untrodden ways, Yet from the Pleasure of the verdant Meads, 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 Yet ah! forbear to urge your homeward Way, Leaft while his Beams infeft the fultry Air, They thou'd your brighter Charms, O Rofalind, [impair. SAPPHO to PHAON. Α 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, I mourn my flighted Love; alas! my Lute, I'm |