How can I fee you and not love, While you as opening Eaft are fair? While cold as Northern blafts you prove, How can I love and not despair? The wretch in double fetters bound SONG IX. THE SNOW-BAL L. FROM PETRONIUS AFRANIUS. BY SOAME JENYNS ESQ WHIT HITE as her hand, fair Julia threw The frozen globe fir'd as it flew, My bofom felt it glow. Strange pow'r of love! whofe great command Can thus a fnow-ball arm; When fent, fair Julia, from thy hand, Ev'n ice itself can warm. How should we then fecure our hearts; "Tis thou alone, fair Julia, know, SONG X. BY SIR JOHN VANBRUGH*, I Smile at Love, and all his arts, The charming Cynthia cried; Take heed, for Love has piercing darts, Once free, and blest, as you are now, I trifled with his charms, I pointed at his little bow, And fported with his arms: 'Till urg'd too far-Revenge, he cries! Which took its paffage through your eyes, In the comedy of The Relapse. To To tear it thence I tried in vain, Too well, alas! I fear, you know What anguish I endure, Since what your eyes alone could do, SONG XI. BY THE EARL OF ROCHESTER. W WHILST on thofe lovely looks I gaze, In raptures of a blest amaze, His pleafing happy ruin; 'Tis not for pity that I move; His fate is too afpiring, Whofe heart, broke with a load of love, But if this murder you'd forego, But But whether life or death betide, I SONG XII. lik'd, but never lov'd, before I faw thy charming face; Now ev'ry feature I adore, And dote on ev'ry grace. She ne'er fhall know the kind defire Then if no gentle glance return A filent leave to speak, My heart, which would for ever burn, 0. SONG SONG XIII. BY M R. ADDISON. MY heart; Y love was fickle once and changing, 'Twas first a charming fhape enflav'd me, But now a long and lasting anguish Hourly I figh, and hourly languish, For here the falfe inconftant lover, SONG XIV. Never faw a face till now, That could my fancy move; I lik'd, and ventur'd many a vow, But durft not think of love: Till |