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WHEN Fanny · blooming fair
First caught my ravish'd fight, Struck with her shape and air,
I felt a strange delight: Whilst eagerly I gaz'd,
Admiring every part, And every feature prais'd, She stole into my
In her bewitching eyes
Ten thousand loves appear ; There Cupid basking lies,
His fhafts are hoarded there; Her blooming cheeks are dy'd
With colour all their own, Excelling far the pride
Of roses newly blown.
Her well-turn'd limbs confess
The lucky hand of Jove;
a Supposed to be Lady Frances Shirley,
, Chloe, I begin
Your heart like mine to move, You tell me of the crying fin
Of unchaste lawless love.
How can that passion be a fin,
Which gave to Chloe births How can those joys but be divine,
Which make a heaven on earth?
To wed, mankind the priest trepann'd,
By some fly fallacy,
Increase and multiply.
You say that love's a crime ; content:
Yet this allow you must,
Than over ninety just.
Sin then, dear girl, for heaven's fake,
Repent and be forgiven ;
A holy day in heaven.
I N D E
V O L U M E.
Poem to his Excellency the Lord Privy Seal, on the Pro-
Spet of Peace
The Lady's Resolve. Written extempore on a Windows 118