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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-consuming fires.
'Tis not to wound a wanton boy,
Or amorous youth, that gives the joy ; But 'tis the glory to have pierced a fwain For whom inferiour beauties sigh'd in vain.
Then I alone the conquest prize,
When I insult a rival's eyes ; If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see The heart which others bleed for, bleed for me,
AIR Amoret is gone astray,
Pursue and seek her, every lover ; I'll tell the signs by which you may
The wand'ring shepherdess discover.
Coquet and coy at once her air,
Both study'd, tho' both seem neglected, Careless she is with artful care,
Affecting to seem unaffected.
With skill her eyes dart every glance,
Yet change so soon you'd ne’er suspect ’em ; For she'd persuade they wound by chance,
Tho' certain aim and art direct 'em,
She likes herself, yet others hates
For that which in herself the prizes ; And, while she laughs at them, forgets, She is the thing that the defpises.
N CHLORIS all soft charms agree,
Inchanting humour, pow'rful wit,
And for eternal empire fit.
The women envy, men adore ;
She would deserve the conquest more.
But vanity so much prevails,
She begs what none else would deny her, Makes such advances with her eyes,
The hope she gives prevents desire : Catches at every trifling heart,
Grows warm with every glimm'ring flame; The common prey so 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 passion from all change secure
No favours raise, no frown controuls ; I any torment can endure
But hoping with a crowd of fools.
YES, Fulvia is like Venus fair,
Has all her bloom and shape and air ;
The crown majestic Juno wore,
Her train was form'd of smiles and loves,
fair ; and all whose aim
TELL thee, CHARMION, could I time retrieve,
And could again begin to love and live, To you I should my earliest off'ring give; I know my eyes would lead
my And I should all my oaths and vows renew, But, to be plain, I never would be true,
heart to you,
For by our weak and weary truth, I find,