But when without art,

Your kind thoughts you impart,

When your

love runs in blushes thro' every vein;

When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, Then I know you're a woman again.

There's a paffion and pride

In our fex, the reply'd,

And thus, might I gratify both, would I do;
Still an angel appear to each lover befide,
But yet be a woman to you.

PARNEL.

S AMORET with PHILLIS fat
One evening on the plain,

And faw the gentle STREPHON wait
To tell the nymph his pain,

The threatning danger to remove,
She whisper'd in her ear,

Ah PHILLIS! if you would love,
That shepherd do not hear.

None even had so strange an art
His paffion to convey
Into a liftning virgin's heart,

And fteal her foul away.
Fly, fly betimes for fear you give
Occafion for your fate,

In vain faid fhe, in vain I ftrive;
Alas! 'tis now too late.

AN love be controul'd by advice,

CAN

Can madness and reason

O MOLLY, who'd ever be wife,

If madness is loving of thee?

Let fages pretend to despise

agree?

The joys they want spirits to tafte, Let us feize old time as he flies,

And the bleffings of life while they last.

Dull

Dull wifdom but adds to our cares;
Brifk love will improve ev'ry joy,
Too foon we may meet with gray hairs,
Too late may repent being coy.

Then MOLLY, for what should we stay
Till our beft blood begins to run cold?

Our youth we can have but to day,
We may always find time to grow old.

ORTALS, learn your lives to measure

M Not by length of time, but pleafure;

Now the hours invite, comply;

While you idly paufe, they fly:
Bleft, a nimble pace they keep,
But in torment, then they creep.

Mortals, learn your lives to measure
Not by length of time, but pleafure;
Soon your fpring muft have a fall;
Lofing youth, is lofing all:

Then you'll afk, but none will give,
And may linger, but not live.

B

ID me when forty winters more
Have furrow'd deep my pallid brow,

When from my head, a scanty store,
Lankly the wither'd treffes flow;
When the warm tide, that bold and strong
Now rolls impetuous on and free,
Languid and flow fcarce creeps along,
Then bid me court sobriety.

Nature who form'd the varied scene
Of rage and calm, of froft and fire,
Unerring guide, could only mean,
That age fhould reafon, youth defire.
Shall then that rebel man, prefume
(Inverting nature's law) to feize
The dues of age in youth's high bloom,
And join impoffibilities ?

No-let me wafte the frolic May

In wanton joys and wild excess,

In revel fport and laughter gay
And mirth, and rofy chearfulness;
Woman, the foul of all delights,

And wine the aid of love be near;
All charms me that to joy incites,
And every fhe that's kind is fair.

TEL

ELL me not I my time mifpend,
'Tis time loft to reprove me;
Pursue thou thine, I have my end,
SO CHLORIS only love me.

Tell me not others' flocks are full,
Mine poor, let them defpife me

Who more abound in milk and wool,
SO CHLORIS only prize me.

Tire others' eafier ears with thefe

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