A figh, or tear, perhaps, fhe'll give, Tell her, that hearts for hearts were made, Tell her, my pains fo faft increase, DRYDEN. YES, faireft proof of beauty's power, Dear idol of my panting heart; Nature points this my fatal hour; 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 Yet when fome better fated youth Reflect one moment on his truth Who dying thus perfifts to love thee. PRIOR. N vain you tell your parting lover Alas! what winds can happy prove Be gentle, and in pity choose PRIOR. T1 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 Will you in every look declare And And heal each idle anxious care Our fears in abfence frame? Thus DELIA, thus I paint the scene 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 All I of Venus afk is this, But grant me here the flatt'ring bliss, LYTTELTON. F wine and mufic have the I' power To eafe the fickness of the foul, Let Let them their friendly aid employ But the to-morrow will return; Let us to-morrow's bleffings own; PRIOR, W HEN DELIA on the plain appears, I would approach, but dare not move; Whene'er |