M ISTAKEN fair, lay Sherlock by, For while he teaches us to die, To die's a leffon we shall know Then let us only study now To live's to love, to bless, be bleft Share then my ardour in your breaft, But if thus bleft I may not live, To me at least your Sherlock give, "Tis I muft learn to die. CHESTERFIELD. C HLOE's the wonder of her sex, ; "Tis well her heart is tender How might fuch killing eyes perplex, With virtue to defend her! 1 But nature graciously inclin'd LANDSDOWN. WHEN HEN ORPHEUS went down to the regions below, He tun'd up his lyre, as old histories show, To fet his EURYDICE free. All All hell was astonish'd a perfon so wife Should rafhly endanger his life, And venture so far; but how vaft their furprize To find out a punishment due for his fault But hell had not torments fufficient he thought, So he gave But pity fucceeding foon vanquifh'd his heart, LISLE. V AIN are the charms of white and red, Of Of fmoother cheeks the winning grace With open force defies; But in the wrinkles of her face Cupid in ambush lies. If naked eyes fet hearts on blaze, And amorous warmth inspire ; Thro' glafs, who darts her pointed rays, Nor rivals, nor the train of years, Alive, fhe gives no jealous fears, HLOE brifk and gay appears, CH On purpose to invite ; Yet, when I prefs her, the, in tears Denies her fole delight. Whilft Whilft CELIA, feeming fhy and coy, I would, but fear I never fhall, For CELIA will be kind to all, H! turn away thofe cruel eyes, The stars of my undoing; Or death in fuch a bright disguise Punish their blindly impious pride It was my fall that deify'd Thy name, and feal'd thy ftory. Yet |