Let glitt'ring fops in courts be great,

For let armies move:
pay

Beauty should have no other bait,
But gentle vows and love.

If on those endless charms you lay
The value that's their due;
Kings are themselves too poor to pay ;

A thousand worlds too few.

But if a paffion without vice,
Without disguise or art,

Ah CELIA! if true love's your price,

Behold it in my heart.

LANSDOWN,

OREVER, Fortune, wilt thou prove

FOREV

An unrelenting foe to love;

And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?

Bid

Bid us figh on from day to day,
And wish, and wish the foul away,
Till youth and genial years are flown,
And all the life of life is gone?

But bufy, bufy ftill art thou,
To bind the loveless joyless vow,
The heart from pleasure to delude,
And join the gentle to the rude.

For once, O Fortune, hear my pray❜r,
And I abfolve thy future care;

All other wishes I refign,

Make but the dear AMANDA mine.

UNG I am and

yet unfkill'd

YOUN

How to make a lover yield;

How to keep, and how to gain,
When to love, and when to feign.

CARTER.

Take

Take me, take me fome of you
While I yet am young and true;
Ere I can my foul disguise,

Heave my breafts, and roll my eyes.

Stay not till I learn the way
How to lie and to betray;
He that has me first, is bleft,
For I may deceive the rest.

Could I find a blooming youth
Full of love, and full of truth,
Brifk, and of a janty mien,
I should long to be fifteen.

SAY

AY not, OLINDA, I despife
The faded glories of your face,
The languished vigour of your eyes,
And that once only-lov'd embrace.

In

In vain, in vain, my conftant heart
On aged wings, attempts to meet,
With wonted speed, thofe flames you dart,
It faints, and flutters at your feet,

I blame not your decay of

power,

You may have pointed beauties ftill, Tho' me, alas! they wound no more ; You cannot hurt what cannot feel.

On youthful climes your beams difplay,
There you may cherish with your heat,
And rise the fun to gild their day,
To me, benighted, when you fet.

D

EAR CHLOE while thus beyond measure
You treat me with doubts and difdain;

You rob all your youth of its pleasure,

And hoard

up an old

age of pain:

Your

Your maxim that love is ftill founded
On charms that will quickly decay,
You will find to be very ill grounded
When once you its dictates obey.

The paffion from beauty firft drawn
Your kindness will vaftly improve;
Soft looks and gay fmiles are the dawn,
Fruition's the funshine of love :
And tho' the bright beams of your eyes
Should be clouded, that now are so gay,

And darkness obfcure all the skies,
We ne'er can forget it was day.

Old DARBY with JOAN by his fide
You oft have regarded with wonder;

He is dropfical, she is fore-ey'd,

Yet they're ever uneafy asunder; Together they totter about

And fit in the fun at the door,

And at night when old DARBY's pot's out
His JOAN will not smoke a whiff more.

No beauty or wit they poffefs

Their feveral failings to fmother,

Then