II.

Such is the malice of your fate,
That makes you old so soon ;
Your pleasure ever comes too late,
How early e'er begun.
III.

Think what a wretched thing is fhe,
Whose stars contrive, in fpight,
The morning of her love fhould be
Her fading beauty's night.

WH

HAT cruel pains Corinna takes,
To force that harmlefs frown;

When not one charm her face forfakes.
Love cannot lofe his own.
II.

So fweet a face, fo foft a heart,

Such eyes fo very kind,

Betray, alas! the filly art

Virtue had ill defign’d.

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III. Poor

III.

Poor feeble tyrant! who in vain
Would proudly take upon her,
Against kind Nature to maintain
Affected rules of honour.

IV.

The scorn fhe bears fo helpless proves,
When I plead paffion to her,

That much the fears (but more she loves)
Her vaffal fhould undo her.

LOVE AND LIFE.

A

S O N G.

I.

ALL my paft life is mine no more,

The flying hours are gone:

Like tranfitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

II.

The time that is to come is not;

How can it then be mine?

The prefent moment 's all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phillis, is only thine.

III. Then

III.

Then talk not of inconstancy,

False hearts, and broken vows ; If I, by miracle, can be

This live-long minute true to thee, 'Tis all that heaven allows.

A

SON G.

I.

WHILE on those lovely looks I gaze,

To fee a wretch pursuing,

In raptures of a bless'd amaze,

His pleafing happy ruin ; 'Tis not for pity that I move;

His fate is too aspiring,

Whose heart, broke with a load of love,
Dies wishing and admiring.
II.

But if this murder you'd forego,
Your flave from death removing;
Let me your art of charming know,
Or learn you mine of loving.
But, whether life or death betide,
In love 'tis equal measure; .
The victor lives with empty pride,
The vanquish'd die with pleasure.

A SONG.

T

A SONG.

I.

this moment a rebel, I throw down my arms,
Great Love, at firft fight of Olinda's bright charms:
Made proud and secure by such forces as these,
You may now play the tyrant as foon as you please.
II.

When innocence, beauty, and wit, do confpire
To betray, and engage, and inflame my defire;
Why should I decline what I cannot avoid,
And let pleafing hope by bafe fear be destroy'd ?
III.

Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me,

Her beauty's inclin'd, or why should it purfue me? And wit has to pleasure been ever a friend;

Then what room for defpair, fince delight is Love's end?
IV.

There can be no danger in sweetness and youth,
Where love is fecur'd by good-nature and truth.
On her beauty I'll gaze, and of pleasure complain;
While every kind look adds a link to my chain.

V.

'Tis more to maintain, than it was to furprize,
But her wit leads in triumph the flave of her eyes:
I beheld, with the lofs of my freedom before;
But, hearing, for ever muft ferve and adore.

VI. Too

VI.

Too bright is my goddess, her temple too weak:
Retire, divine image! I feel my heart break.
Help, Love; I dissolve in a rapture of charms,

At the thought of those joys I should meet in her arms.

UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS.

T

I.

IS not that I am weary grown

Of being yours, and yours alone :

But with what face can I incline

To damn you to be only mine:

You, whom fome kinder power did fashion,
By merit, and by inclination,

The joy at least of a whole nation?

11.

Let meaner fpirits of your sex,

With humble aims their thoughts perplex:
And boaft, if, by their arts, they can
Contrive to make one happy man.
While, mov'd by an impartial fenfe,
Favours, like Nature, you dispense,
With univerfal influence.

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