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A figh, or tear, perhaps, fhe'll give,
But love on pity cannot live.

Tell her, that hearts for hearts were made,
And love with love is only paid.

Tell her, my pains fo faft increase,
That foon they will be paft redrefs;
For ah! the wretch that speechless lies,
Attends but death to close his eyes.

DRYDEN.

YES, faireft proof of beauty's power,

Dear idol of my panting heart;

Nature points this my fatal hour;
And I have liv'd; and we must part.

While now I take my laft adieu

Heave thou no figh, nor shed a tear, Left yet my half-clos'd eye may view On earth an object worth its care.

From

From jealoufy's tormenting ftrife
For ever be thy bofom freed;
That nothing may disturb thy life
Content I haften to the dead.

Yet when fome better fated youth
Shall with his amorous parly move thee,

Reflect one moment on his truth

Who dying thus perfifts to love thee.

PRIOR.

N vain you tell your parting lover
You with fair winds may waft him over:

Alas! what winds can happy prove
That bear me far from what I love?
Alas! what dangers on the main
Can equal thofe which I sustain
From flighted vows and cold difdain ?

Be gentle, and in pity choose
To with the wildeft tempefts loofe;
That, thrown again upon the coast
Where first my fhipwreck'd heart was loft,
I may once more repeat my pain,
Once more in dying notes complain
Of flighted vows and cold difdain.

PRIOR.

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HE heavy hours are almost past That part my love and me; My longing eyes may hope at last Their only wish to fee,

But how, my DELIA, will you meet
The man you've loft so long?
Will love in all your pulfes beat,
And tremble on your tongue?

Will you in every look declare
Your heart is ftill the fame;

And

And heal each idle anxious care

Our fears in abfence frame?

Thus DELIA, thus I paint the scene
When shortly we shall meet,

And

try what yet

remains between

Of loit'ring time to cheat.

But if the dream that fooths

my mind

Shall falfe and groundless prove,

If I am doom'd at length to find
You have forgot to love;

All I of Venus afk is this,
No more to let us join ;

But grant me here the flatt'ring bliss,
To die and think you mine.

LYTTELTON.

F wine and mufic have the

I'

power

To eafe the fickness of the foul,
Let Phoebus every string explore,
And Bacchus fill the sprightly bowl.
H 4

Let

Let them their friendly aid employ
To make my CHLOE's abfence light,
And feek for pleasure, to destroy
The forrows of this live-long night.

But the to-morrow will return;
Venus be thou to-morrow great,
Thy myrtles flrew, thy odours burn,
And meet thy fav'rite nymph in state.
Kind Goddefs, to no other pow'rs

Let us to-morrow's bleffings own;
The darling Loves fhall guide the hours,
And all the day be thine alone.

PRIOR,

W

HEN DELIA on the plain appears,
Aw'd by a thoufand tender fears,

I would approach, but dare not move;
Tell me my heart if this be love?

Whene'er

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