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OVE's but the frailty of the mind
When 'tis not with ambition join'd;

A fickly flame, which if not fed expires, ·
And feeding, waftes in felf-confuming fires.

'Tis not to wound a wanton boy,

Or amorous youth, that gives the joy; But 'tis the glory to have pierced a swain For whom inferiour beauties figh'd in vain.

Then I alone the conqueft prize,

When I infult a rival's eyes;

If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see

The heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.

CONGREVE.

F

AIR AMORET is

gone aftray,

Pursue and seek her, every lover;

I'll tell the figns by which you may
The wand'ring fhepherdess discover.

Coquet and coy at once her air,

Both ftudy'd, tho' both feem neglected, Carelefs fhe is with artful care,

Affecting to feem unaffected.

With skill her eyes dart every glance,

Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er fufpect 'em ; For fhe'd perfuade they wound by chance, Tho' certain aim and art direct 'em,

She likes herself, yet others hates

For that which in herself she prizes; And, while fhe laughs at them, forgets, She is the thing that the defpifes.

CONGREVE

IN

'N CHLORIS all foft charms agree,
Inchanting humour, pow'rful wit,

Beauty from affectation free,

And for eternal empire fit.
Where'er the goes love waits her eyes,
The women envy, men adore;
Tho' did fhe lefs the triumph prize,
She would deferve the conqueft more.

But vanity fo much prevails,

She begs what none else would deny her,
Makes fuch advances with her eyes,
The hope fhe gives prevents defire :
Catches at every trifling heart,

Grows warm with every glimm'ring flame; The common prey fo deads her dart,

It scarce can pierce a noble game.

I could lie ages at her feet,

Adore her careless of my pain,
With tender vows her rigours meet,
Despair, love on, and not complain;

My

My paffion from all change secure

No favours raife, no frown controuls s; I any torment can endure

But hoping with a crowd of fools.

YES, FULVIA is like VENUS fair,

Has all her bloom and fhape and air;

But ftill to perfect every grace,
She wants the fmile upon her face,

The crown majestic Juno wore,

And CYNTHIA's brow the crescent bore,
A helmet mark'd MINERVA's mien;
But fmiles diftinguish'd beauty's queen.

Her train was form'd of fmiles and loves,
Her chariot drawn by gentleft doves,
And from her zone the nymph may find
'Tis beauty's province to be kind.

Then

Then fmile my fair; and all whofe aim
Afpires to paint the Cyprian dame,
Or bid her breathe in living ftone,

Shall take their forms from you alone.

SHENSTONE.

I

TELL thee, CHARMION, Could I time retrieve,

And could again begin to love and live,
To you I should my earlieft off'ring give;
I know my eyes would lead my heart to you,
And I should all my oaths and vows renew,
But, to be plain, I never would be true.

For by our weak and weary truth, I find,
Love hates to centre in a point affign'd,
But runs with joy the circle of the mind:
Then let us never chain what fhould be free,
But for relief of either fex agree;

Since women love to change, and fo do we.

CONGREVE.

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