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On the Friendship betwixt SACHARISSA and
ELL me, lovely loving pair!
Why so kind, and so fevere? Why so careless of our care,
Only to yourselves so dear?
By this cunning change of hearts,
You the pow'r of love controul ; While the boy's deluded darts
Can arrive at neither foul.
For in vain to either breast
Still beguiled Love does come : Where he finds a foreign guest ;
Neither of your hearts at home.
Debtors thus with like design,
When they never mean to pay, That they may the law decline, To some friend make all
Not the silver doves that fly,
Yok'd in Cytherea's car ;
Not the wings that lift so high ;
And convey her son so far ;
Are so lovely, sweet, and fair,
Or do more ennoble love ; Are fo choicely matchd a pair,
or with more consent do move.
THAT which her slender waist confin'd,
Shall now my joyful temples bind :
No monarch but would give his
His arms might do what this has done.
It was my heav'n's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move !
A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
E Persian maids, attend your poet's lays,
And hear how shepherds pass their golden days.
Not all are blest, whom fortune's hand sustains
With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains :
Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ;
'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
Thus Selim sung, by sacred truth inspir'd;
Nor praise, but such as truth bestow'd, defir'd :
Wise in himself, his meaning songs convey'd
Informing morals to the shepherd maid;
Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find,
What groves nor streams bestow, a virtuous mind.
When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,
The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride,
When wanton gales along the valleys play,
Breathe on each flower, and bear their sweets
By Tigris' wandering waves he sat, and sung
This useful lesson for the fair and young.
Ye Persian dames, he said, to you belong,
Well may they please, the morals of my song:
No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found,
Grac'd with soft arts, the peopled world around !
The morn that lights you, to your loves supplies
Each gentler ray delicious to your eyes :
For you those flowers her fragrant hands bellow,
And yours the love that kings delight to know.
Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are,
The best kind blessings heaven can grant the fair!
Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray,
Boaft but the worth Basfora's pearls display ;
Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright,
But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light:
Such are the maids, and such the charms they boast,
By sense unaided, or to virtue loft.
Self-flattering sex! your hearts believe in vain
That love shall blind, when once he fires the swain ;
Or hope a lover by your faults to win,
As spots on ermin beautify the skin :
Who seeks secure to rule, be first her care
Each softer virtue that adorns the fair;
Each tender passion man delights to find,
The lov'd perfections of a female mind!
Blest were the days, when Wisdom held her reign,
And Mepherds fought her on the filent plain;
With truth the wedded in the secret grove,
Immortal truth, and daughters bless'd their love.
O halle, fair maids! ye virtues come away,
Sweet peace and plenty lead you on your way!
The balmy shrub, for you shall love our shore,
By Ind excell'd or Araby no more.
Loft to our fields, for so the fates ordain,
Tlc dcar deserters shall return again.
Come thou, whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear,
To lead the train, sweet Modesty appear:
Here make thy court amidst our rural scene,
And shepherd-girls shall own thee for their queen.
With thce be Chastity, of all afraid,
Diftrusting all, a wife fufpicious maid;
But man the moft--not more the mountain doe
Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe.
Cold is her brcalt, like Rowers that drink the dew;
A alken veil conceals her from the view.
No wild desires amidit thy train be known,
But faith, whose heart is fix'd on one alone:
Desponding Meckness, with her down-cat eyes,
And friendly Pity, full of tender fighs ;
And Love the last : by these your hearts approve,
These are the virtues that muft lead to love.