Undone by your virtue, too ftrict and severe, Your eyes gave me love, and you gave me defpair:

Now call'd by my honour, I feek with content 5
The fate which in pity you would not prevent:
To languish in love, were to find by delay
A death that's more welcome the speedieft way.

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On feas and in battles, in bullets and fire,
The danger is less than in hopeless defire ;
My death's wound you give, though far off I

bear

My fall from your fight-not to cost you a tear:
But if the kind flood on a wave should convey
And under your window my body fhould lay,
The wound on my breaft when
you happen to

fee,
You'll fay with a figh-it was given by me.

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Armida is faid to have been the beautiful Frances Stuart, wife of Charles, Duke of Richmond. Captain Digby was killed at fea in the engagement between the English and Dutch fleet, off Southwold Bay, in 1672. TODD.

THE

LADY'S SONG.

I.

A CHOIR of bright beauties in fpring did

appear,

To choose a May-lady to govern the year; All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green;

The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen: But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did say, 5 I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.

II.

While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our fhore,

The Graces are banifh'd, and Love is no more: The foft god of pleasure, that warm'd our defires,

Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires: And vows that himself, and his mother, will

mourn,

'Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.

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III.

Forbear your addreffes, and court us no more,
For we will perform what the deity swore:
But if you dare think of deferving our charms,
Away with your sheephooks, and take to your

arms:

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Then laurels and myrtles your brows fhall

adorn,

When Pan, and his fon, and fair Syrinx, return.

A SONG.

I.

FAIR, fweet, and young, receive a prize
Referv'd for your victorious eyes:
From crouds, whom at your feet you fee,
O pity, and diftinguish me!

As I from thousand beauties more
Diftinguish you, and only you adore.

II.

;

Your face for conqueft was defign'd,
Your every motion charms my mind ;
Angels, when you your filence break,
Forget their hymns, to hear
you speak;
But when at once they hear and view,

Are loth to mount, and long to stay with

III.

love;

No graces can your form improve,
But all are loft, unless you
While that sweet paffion you difdain,
Your veil and beauty are in vain :
In pity then prevent my fate,

For after dying all reprieve's too late.

you.

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A SONG.

HIGH ftate and honours to others impart,

But give me your heart:

That treafure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.

So gentle a love, fo fervent a fire,

My foul does infpire;

That treafure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.

Your love let me crave;
Give me in poffeffing

So matchlefs a blessing;
That empire is all I would have.
Love's my petition,

All my ambition;
you discover

If e'er

So faithful a lover,

So real a flame,

I'll die, I'll die,

So give up my game.

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