AMON, if you will believe me, Song nor fonnet can relieve ye; Faint attempts in love are vain. Urge but home the fair occafion, To a powerful kind invafion 'Twere a madness not to yield. Love gives out a large commiffion, But one fin of bafe omiffion Never woman yet forgave. Tho' fhe vows fhe'll ne'er permit ye, Be not merciful, for shame. When When the fierce affault is over, SEDLEY. WHAT! put off with one denial, And not make a fecond trial ? You might fee my eyes confenting, Women oblig'd to dwell in forms Lovers when you figh and languish, L ET not Love on me beftow Soft diftrefs and tender woe; I know none but fubftantial bliffes, Eager glances, folid kiffes. I know not what the lovers feign STEEL. HY we love, and why we hate, Random chance, or wilful fate Guides the shaft from Cupid's bow. If on me ZELINDA frown,` Madness 'tis all in me to grieve; If I for ZELINDA die Deaf to poor MIZELLA's cries, Afk not me the reason why; Seek the riddle in the skies. PHILLIPS. D EAR COLIN prevent my warm blushes, Since how can I speak without pain? My eyes have oft told you my wifhes, O! can't you their meaning explain? My paffion would lose by expreffion, Of what is too tender to name. Since yours is the province of speaking, Then quickly why don't you difcover? What I in my bosom confine. L. M. W. MONTAGUE. Go The ANSWER. WOOD Madam, when ladies are willing, For me I would not give a fhilling At least you fhould wait for our offers, Nor fnatch like old maids in defpair; If you've lived to these years without proffers You |