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Tis kindness, Daphne, muft maintain

The empire that you once have won ;
When beauty does like tyrants reign,

Its subjects from their duty run :
Then force me not to be untrue,

Left I, compell’d by gen'rous shame,
Caft off my loyalty to you,

To gain a glorious rebels name.

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N Chloris all soft charms agree,

Inchanting humour, powerful wit,
Beauty from affectation free,

And for eternal empire fit.
Wheree'er she goes Love waits her eyes,

The women envy, men adore ;
But did she less the triumph prize,

She would deserve the conquest more.

The pomp of love so much prevails,

She begs, what else none would deny her,
Makes such advances with her eyes,

The hope she gives prevents desire ;
Catches at every trilling heart,

Seems warm with every glimm’ring flame,
The common prey so deads the dart,

It scarce can pierce a noble game.

Vol. I.

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I could

Y And vow'd that no angel was ever so fair:

I could lie ages at her feet,

Adore her, careless of my pain,
With tender vows her rigours meet,

Despair, love on, and not complain.
My passion, from all change fecure,

No favours raise, no frown controuls,
I any torment can endure,
But hoping with a crowd of fools.

SONG VIII.
BY MR. MOSES MENDEZ*.
OU say, at your feet I have wept in despair,
How could you believe all the nonsense I spoke ?
What know we of angels ?-I meant it in joke.

I next stand indicted for swearing to love,
And that nothing but death Tould my passion remove :
I have lik’d you a twelvemonth :--a calendar year:
And not yet contented !--Have patience my dear.

* In the musical entertainment of The Chaplet,

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SONG IX.

INGRATEFUL BEAUTY THREATENED,

BY THOMAS CARE W ESQ.

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NOW Celia, (since thou art so proud,)

'Twas I that gave thee thy renown:
Thou hadft, in the forgotten crowd

Of common beauties liv'd unknown,
Had not my verse exhal'd thy name,
And with it impt the wings of fame.

That killing power is none of thine,

I gave it to thy voice and eyes:
Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine;

Thou art my ftar, shin'ft in my skies ;
Then dart not, from thy borrow'd sphere,
Lightning on him that fix'd thee there.

Tempt me with such affrights no more,

Left what I made / uncreate :
Let fools thy mystic forms adore,

I'll know thee in thy mortal state.
Wise poets that wrapp'd Truth in tales,
Knew her themselves through all her veils.

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SONG X.

TO A LADY MORE CRUEL THAN FAIR.

BY

MR. VAN BROOK.

WHX

HY d’ye with such disdain refuse

An humble lovers plea?
Since Heaven denies you power to chuse,

You ought to value me.

Ungrateful mistress of a heart,

Which I fo freely gave;
Though weak your bow, though blunt your dart,

I soon resign’d your Nave.

Nor was I weary of your reign,
"Till

you a tyrant grew,
And seem'd regardless of my pain,

As nature seem'd of you.

When thousands with unerring eyes

Your beauty would decry,
What graces did my love devise,

To give their truths the lie?

To every grove

I told

your charms, In you my heav'n I plac'd, Propofing pleasures in your arms,

Which none but I could taste.

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NCE more Loves mighty charms are broke,

His strength and cunning I defy;
Once more I have thrown off his yoke,

And am a man, and do despise the boy.

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Thanks to her pride, and her disdain,

And all the follies of a scornful mind :
I'd ne'er poffefs'd my heart again,

If fair Miranda had been kind.

Welcome, fond wanderer, as ease,

And plenty to a wretch in pain,
That worn with want and a disease,

Enjoys his health, and all his friends again.

Let others waste their time and youth,

Watch and look pale, to gain a peevith maid, And learn too late this dear-bought truth,

At length they're sure to be betray'd.

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