A figh, or tear, perhaps, she'll give,
But love on pity cannot live.

Tell her, that hearts for hearts were made,

And love with love is only paid.

Tell her, my pains fo fast increase,

That foon they will be paft redress ;

For ah! the wretch that speechlefs lies,

Attends but death to close his eyes.

DRYDEN.

Year idol of

ES, faireft proof of beauty's power,

Dear idol of my panting heart;

Nature points this my fatal hour;

And I have liv'd; and we must part.

While now I take my laft adieu

Heave thou no figh, nor fhed a tear,

Left yet my

half-clos'd eye may

view

From

On earth an object worth its care.

From jealoufy's tormenting ftrife
For ever be thy bofom freed;
That nothing may difturb thy life
Content I haften to the dead.

Yet when fome better fated youth

Shall with his amorous parly move thee,

Reflect one moment on his truth

Who dying thus perfifts to love thee.

PRIOR.

'N vain you tell your parting lover
You with fair winds may wart him over:

Alas! what winds can happy prove
That bear me far from what I love?
Alas! what dangers on the main
Can equal thofe which I fuftain

From flighted vows and cold difdain ?

Be gentle, and in pity choose
To with the wildest tempefts loose;
That, thrown again upon the coast
Where first my fhipwreck'd heart was loft,
I may once more repeat my pain,
Once more in dying notes complain
Of flighted vows and cold difdain.

PRIOR.

T

HE heavy hours are almost past
That part my love and me;

My longing eyes may hope at last
Their only wish to fee.

But how, my DELIA, will you meet
The man you've loft fo long?
Will love in all your pulfes beat,
And tremble on your tongue?

Will you in every look declare

Your heart is ftill the fame;

And

And heal each idle anxious care
Our fears in abfence frame ?

Thus DELIA, thus I paint the scene
When shortly we shall meet,
And try what yet remains between
Of loit'ring time to cheat.

But if the dream that fooths my mind
Shall falfe and groundless prove,

If I am doom'd at length to find
You have forgot to love;

All I of Venus afk is this,

No more to let us join ;

But grant me here the flatt'ring bliss,
To die and think you mine.

LYTTELTON.

F wine and mufic have the power

IF

To ease the fickness of the soul,
Let Phoebus every string explore,
And Bacchus fill the fprightly bowl.

Let them their friendly aid employ
To make my CHLOE's abfence light,
And feek for pleasure, to destroy
The forrows of this live-long night.

But fhe to-morrow will return;
Venus be thou to-morrow great,
Thy myrtles ftrew, thy odours burn,
And meet thy fav'rite nymph in state.
Kind Goddefs, to no other pow'rs
Let us to-morrow's bleffings own;
The darling Loves fhall guide the hours,
And all the day be thine alone.

PRIOR.

W

'HEN DELIA on the plain appears,
Aw'd by a thousand tender fears,

I would approach, but dare not move;
Tell me my heart if this be love?

Whene'er