IV. Ah! what avail their Plaints to thee? Ah! what avails his Fame declar'd? Thou moan'st alas! the just Decree, V. Tho' sweeter Sounds adorn'd thy Tongue Each Tree bow'd down its leafy Head: VI. Never, ah! never from the Gloom Of unrelenting Pluto's Sway, Recall'd, could the thin Shade resume VII. Indulgent Patience! Heav'n-born Guest! Thy healing Wings around display; Thou Thou gently calm'st the stormy Breast, And driv'ft the Tyrant Grief away. VIII. Corroding Care, and eating Pain Resumes her long-deferted Throne. W DAMON and CELIA. I. Here a fair Mead its Verdure spread, Never was feen, or Mead on Green, A Nymph more fair, or Swain more true, 11. In humble Strain he told his Pain, The The humbler He, the loftier She; For She was fair, and He was true. III. Beauty, he cry'd, is fhort-liv'd Pride, The Wonder of a Year or two; In vain he tries to moralize; She ftill is fair, and He is true. IV. The Mufe's Aid he gently pray'd; What may not Love and Verfe fubdue? Nor Verfe, nor Love, her Heart can move; She ftill is fair, and He is true. V. The Pink, the Rofe, for her he chose, VI. Be thine, he said, as nigh they play'd, These my twin Lambkins, with their Ewe; She look'd, that Look her Meaning spoke: For She was fair, and He was true. VII. Must no Regard his Love reward? To Conftancy is nothing due? Nor Thought, nor Care, be fhe but fair, VIII. With filent Tide, the Years they glide, When those are past, his Love fhall last ; IX. When they're decay'd, the Ruins made He with a tender Eye fhall view, With gen'rous Eye that Lofs fupply; And shall not He be counted true? X. What once thou wert, his faithful Heart He still fhall there record you fair: XI. When in his Breast thy Charms exprest I' EPIGRAM from the Greek. F Youth and Beauty fade, my Dear, Impart 'em wifely while you may: If still they laft; why should you fear To give what None can give away? On |