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Ah Phillis! if you would love,
That shepherd do not hear.
None even had so strange an art
His passion to convey
And steal her soul away.
"Occafion for your fate,
Alas ! 'tis now too late,
AN love be controul'd by advice,
Can madness and reason agree? O Molly, who'd ever be wise,
If madness is loving of thee ? Let sages pretend to despise
The joys they want spirits to taste, Let us seize old time as he flies,
And the bleslings of life while they last.
Dull wisdom but adds to our cares;
Brisk love will improve ev'ry joy,
Too late may repent being coy.
Till our best blood begins to run cold?
We may always find time to grow old,
MORTALS, learn your lives to measure
Not by length of time, but pleasure ;
Mortals, learn your lives to measure
ID me when forty winters more
Have furrow'd deep my pallid brow,
Now rolis impetuous on and free, Languid and slow scarce creeps along,
Then bid me court fobriety.
Nature who form'd the varied scene
Of rage and calm, of frost and fire, Unerring guide, could only mean,
That age should reason, youth defire. Shall then that rebel man, presume
(Inverting nature's law) to seize The dues of age in youth's high bloom,
And join impossibilities ?
Now let me waste the frolic May
In wanton joys and wild excess,
In revel sport and laughter gay
And mirth, and rosy chearfulness;
And wine the aid of love be near;
And every she that's kind is fair.
ELL me not I my time mispend,
"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 despise me
So CHLORIS only prize me.
Tire others' easier ears with these
He never feels the world's disease
Who cares not for her glories.
For pity, thou that wifer art,
Whose thoughts lie wide of mine, Let me alone with my own heart, And I'll ne'er
Nor blame hím, whoe'er blames my wit,
That seeks no higher prize, Chan in unenvy'd shades to fit, And fing of CHLORIS' eyes.
HY, cruel creature, why so bent,
To vex a tender heart? To gold and title you relent;
Love throws in vain his dart.