This earthly ball with noise abounds, For, poor dumb things! fo meek's their mould, CHORUS. An hundred mouths, an hundred tongues, Five heralds, and five thoufand criers, But a fmooth and stedfast mind, No tears, Celia, now fhall win And find nought but pride, and fcorn; SONG II. BY WILLIAM PULTENEY ESQ*. AIN are the charms of white and red, VAL Which paint the blooming fair; Give me the nymph whofe fnow is spread Of smoother cheeks the winning grace, But in the wrinkles of her face Cupid in ambush lies. Afterwards earl of Bath. If If naked eyes fet hearts on blaze Through glafs, who darts her pointed rays, Nor rivals, nor the train of years, TH SONG III. HOUGH, Flavia, to my warm defire Yet ftill with undiminish'd fire B SONG IV. ELINDA, fee from yonder flow'rs So, though I robb'd you of a kiss, Has it at all impoverish'd you? "Tis by this cunning I contrive, In fpite of your unkind reserve, SONG V. THE SELF BANISHED. BY EDMUND WALLER ESQ I T is not that I love you lefs, Than when before your feet I lay : But, to prevent the fad increase Of hopeless love, I keep away. In |