Let glitt'ring fops in courts be great,
For pay let armies move:
Beauty fhould have no other bait,
But gentle vows and love.

If on those endless charms you lay
The value that's their due

Kings are themselves too poor to pay;

A thousand worlds too few.

But if a paffion without vice,
Without disguise or art,

Ah CELIA! if true love's your price,

Behold it in my heart.

LANSDOWN.

FORE

OREVER, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;

And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?

Bid us figh on from day to day,
And with, and wish the foul away,
Till youth and genial years are flown,
And all the life of life is gone?

But bufy, bufy ftill art thou,
To bind the loveless joyless vow,
The heart from pleasure to delude,
And join the gentle to the rude.

For once, O Fortune, hear my pray❜r,
And I abfolve thy future care;

All other wishes I refign,

Make but the dear AMANDA mine.

YOUNG

I am and yet unskill'd

How to make a lover yield;

How to keep, and how to gain,
When to love, and when to feign.

CARTER,

Take

Take me, take me fome of you
While I yet am young and true;
Ere I can my foul disguise,

Heave my breasts, and roll my eyes.

Stay not till I learn the

way

How to lie and to betray;

He that has me firft, is bleft,
For I may deceive the rest.

Could I find a blooming youth
Full of love, and full of truth,
Brifk, and of a janty mien,
I fhould long to be fifteen,

AY not, OLINDA, I despise

SAY

The faded glories of your face, The languished vigour of your eyes, And that once only-lov'd embrace.

In vain, in vain, my conftant heart
On aged wings, attempts to meet,
With wonted speed, those flames you
It faints, and flutters at your feet,

dart,

I blame not your decay of power,
You may have pointed beauties ftill,
Tho' me, alas! they wound no more ;
You cannot hurt what cannot feel.

⚫ On youthful climes your beams display,

There you may
And rise the fun to gild their day,

cherish with your

To me, benighted, when you fet.

heat,

D

EAR CHLOE while thus beyond measure
You treat me with doubts and disdain;

You rob all your youth of its pleasure,

And hoard

up an old age

of pain:

Your

Your maxim that love is ftill founded
On charms that will quickly decay,
You will find to be very ill grounded
When once you its dictates obey.

The paffion from beauty first drawn
Your kindness will vaftly improve ;
Soft looks and gay smiles are the dawn,
Fruition's the funfhine of love :
And tho' the bright beams of your eyes
Should be clouded, that now are so gay,

And darkness obfcure all the skies,
We ne'er can forget it was day.

Old DARBY with JOAN by his fide
You oft have regarded with wonder;

He is dropfical, she is fore-ey'd,

Yet they're ever uneasy asunder; Together they totter about

And fit in the fun at the door,

And at night when old DARBY's pot's out
His JOAN will not finoke a whiff more.

No beauty or wit they poffefs

Their feveral failings to fmother,

Then