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ET the ambitious favour find
In courts and empty noise, Whilst greater love does fill mind
With filent real joys.
Let fools and knaves
rich and great And the world think 'em wise, Whilft I lie dying at her feet,
And all that world despise.
Let conquering kings new trophies raise,
And melt in court delights,
Her arms much softer nights.
ROM all uneasy passions free,
Revenge, ambition, jealousy,
Safe from your eyes
Amidst a thousand kind desires
I feel of tender fear,
Such are your charms, 'Tis worth a life to die within your arms.
SHEFFIELD DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
OFT on the troubled ocean's face
FT on the troubled ocean's face
Loud stormy winds arise; The murmurings furges (well apace,
And clouds obscure the skies,
But when the tempeft's rage is o’er,
Soft breezes smooth the main ;
And all is calm again.
Not so in fond and amorous souls
If tyrant love once reigns,
And yields unceasing pains.
TLY, thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly !*
To other climes direct thy way ;
Nor wafte in indolence the day :
She triumphs in thy jealous fears,
* This piece is taken from a late publication entitled Sentimental Tales, in which the loves of CATULLUS and LESBIA are formed into a fi&titious story, intermixed with several poetical transations and imitations from Catullus's Works.--This however seems entirely original,
Yet yonder myrtle’s. fragrant shade,
Where sparkling winds the crystal rill,
Fond as her wanton lover's will:
Has seen her arms around thee twin'd,
But since no more th' inconftant fair
Will listen to thy tender vow,
And bid the faithless maid adieu.
CATULLUS will thy smile implore,
Him thou wilt mourn, when sure decay
Shall rob that form of every grace ;
Shall add a wrinkle to that face:
Or read the glances of thine eye,
Alas CATULLUS! you in vain
Faft bound in Venus' magic chain,
Soon will each rebel wish decay :
In her accustom'd looks of love,
REPAR’D to rail, resolved to part,
When I approach the perjur'd maid What is it awes my timorous heart?
Why is my tongue afraid ?
With the least glance a little kind
Such wond'rous power have Myra's charms, She calms my doubts, enslaves my mind,
And all my rage disarms.
Forgetful of her broken vows
When gazing on that form divine, Her injur'd vassal trembling bows,
Nor dares her ilave repine.