But oh, I fighing, fighing, see Yet, if I could humbly fhow her, Ah! how wretched I remain; The gods fome pleasure, pleasure take, Since your hand alone was given To a wretch not worth your care; Come, and raise me from defpair; DESPAI R. ALL hopeless of relief, Incapable of reft, In vain I ftrive to vent a grief That's not to be exprest. This rage within my veins No reafon can remove; Of all the mind's most cruel pains, The sharpeft, fure, is love. D Yet Yet while I languish so, And on thee vainly call; Take heed, fair caufe of all my woe, What fate may thee befall. Ungrateful, cruel faults Suit not thy gentle fex; Hereafter, how will guilty thoughts When welcome Death fhall bring My foul enlarg'd, and once on wing, When in thy lonely bed My ghost its moan fhall make, Struck with that confcious blow, Pale as my shadow thou wilt grow, Too late remorfe will then Untimely pity fhow To him, who of all mortal men Yet, with this broken heart, I wish thou never be Tormented with the thousandth part Of what I feel for thee. On On Apprehenfion of lofing what he had newly gained. IN ΙΜΙΤΑΤΙΟΝ OF OVID. SURE I of all men am the first Had I at distance only feen What pleasing thoughts poffefs'd my mind And all your chains as bracelets wore : Who could have thought of half your charms? Charms of fuch a wondrous kind, After fuch embraces paft, THE S RECONCILEMENT. N G. } C COME, let us now refolve at last To live and love in quiet; We'll tie the knot so very fast, That Time fhall ne'er untie it. The The trueft joys they feldom prove, Who free from quarrels live; 'Tis the most tender part of love, Each other to forgive. When leaft I feem'd concern'd, I took No pleasure, nor no reft; And when I feign'd an angry look, Alas! I lov'd you best. Own but the fame to me, you'll find How bleft will be our fate; Oh, to be happy, to be kind, F ROM all uneafy paffions free, I fear'd no griefs, but then I found no joys. Amidft a thousand kind defires, Which beauty moves, and love infpires; Such pangs I feel of tender fear, No heart fo foft as mine can bear: Yet I'll defy the worst of harms; Such are your charms, 'Tis worth a life to die within your arms. |