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will believe me, 'Tis not fighing on the plain, Song nor fonnet can relieve ye;
Faint attempts in love are vain,
Urge but home the fair occasion,
And be master of the field; To a powerful kind invasion
"Twere a madness not to yield.
Love gives out a large commiffion,
Still indulgent to the brave; But one fin of base omission
Never woman yet forgave.
Tho' she vows she'll ne'er permit ye,
Cries you're rude and much to blame,
When the fierce assault is over,
Chloris time enough will find This her cruel furious lover
Much more gentle, not so kind.
HAT! off with one denial,
And not make a second trial:
Lovers when you figh and languish,
ET not Love on me beftow
Soft distress and tender woe;
I know not what the lovers feign
HY we love, and why we hate,
Is not granted us to know; Random chance, or wilful fate
Guides the fhaft from Cupid's bow.
If on me ZELINDA frown,
Madness ’tis all in me to grieve; Since her will is not her own,
Why should I uneafy live.
If I for ZELINDA die
Deaf to poor Mizella's cries, Ak not me the reason why;
Seek the riddle in the skies.
DEAR COLIN prevent my warm blushes,
Since how can I speak without pain? My eyes have oft told you my wishes,
O! can't you their meaning explain :
My passion would lose by expression,
And you too might cruelly blame; Then don't you expect a confefsion,
Of what is too tender to name.
Since yours is the province of speaking,
Why should you expect it from me ? Our wishes should be in our keeping,
Till you tell us what they should be.
Then quickly why don't you discover ?
heart feel such tortures as mine, Eyes need not tell over and over
What I in my bosom confine.
L. M. W. MONTAGUE,
OOD Madam, when ladies are willing,
A man must needs look like a fool; For me I would not give a shilling
For one that can love without rule.
fhould wait for our offers,