Till beauty charming ev'ry fense,
An eafy conqueft made;

And fhow'd the vainness of defence,
When Phillis does invade.

But oh! her colder heart denies
The thoughts her looks inspire;
And while in ice that frozen lies,
Her eyes dart only fire.
Between extremes I am undone,
Like plants too Northward fet;
Burnt by too violent a fun,
Or ftarv'd for want of heat.

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SONG XV.

WITH women I have pafs'd my days,

And ev'ry minute blefs'd;

No fecret figh controul'd my ease,

No wifh difturb'd my rest.

Thus, void of care, my hours have flown,

For ftill I found my heart my own.

I often prais'd a handsome face,
Extoll'd a sparkling eye,

And fafe, 'examin'd ev'ry grace,

Without a real figh.

Thus, void of care, my hours have flown,

For ftill I found my heart my own.

I heard

I heard the force of fpritely wit,
With ftrength of reason fir'd,
Thoughts that a mufes tongue might fit,
And each bright turn admir'd.

Thus, void of care, my hours have flown,
For ftill I found my heart my own.

I liften'd to the Syrens voice
By magic art improv'd;

The Syren could not fix my choice,

The fong alone I lov'd.

Thus, void of care, my hours have flown,

For ftill I found my heart my own.

But now, o Love I own thy reign,
I find thee in my heart;
I know, I feel the pleasing pain,
"Twas Chloe threw the dart.
Chloe her utmost power has shown,
My heart is now no more my own.

I saw, I heard, and felt the flame,
For Chloe fmil'd and spoke;

O Cupid, take another aim,

Or else my heart is broke!

To Chloe let the dart be thrown,

And make her heart no more her own.

SONG

SONG XVI.

W

WHY will Florella, when I

gaze,

My ravish'd eyes reprove,

And chide them from the only face
They can behold with love?

To shun your fcorn, and ease my care,

I feek a nymph more kind;
And, while I rove from fair to fair,
Still gentle ufage find.

Alas! by fome degree of woe

We ev'ry blifs must gain :

The heart can ne'er a transport know,
That never feels a pain.

SONG XVIII.

BY MATHEW PRIOR ESQ

N

IN

vain you tell your parting lover,

You wish fair winds may waft him over:
Alas! what winds can happy prove,

That bear me far from what I love ?
Alas! what dangers on the main
Can equal thofe that I sustain,
From flighted vows and cold difdain ?

Be gentle, and in pity chufe

To wish the wildest tempefts loose:
That thrown again upon the coaft,
Where first my shipwreck'd heart was loft,
I may once more repeat my pain;
Once more in dying notes complain
Of flighted vows, and cold disdain.

SONG XIX.

FAIN would you cafe my troubled heart,

And by examples prove,

That men unhurt may feel the dart,

And bear the pangs of love.

Why

Why should not I then undergo
The gen❜ral doom of all ?

'Tis granted, most survive the blow,
Yet many by it fall.

Your counfels may my thanks engage,

But not my love controul; Alas! fuch juleps ne'er affwage

This fever of the foul.

Such to the burning patient give,
When fate approaches nigh,

Tell him that thousands through it live,
While he muft by it die.

SONG XX.

HY, Delia, ever when I

WH

gaze,

Appears in frowns that lovely face?

Why are these fmiles to me denied
That gladden ev'ry heart befide?
In vain your eyes my flame reprove;
I may despair, but flill must love.

From sweetest airs I fought relief,
And hop'd from mufic, cure for grief;
Fool that I was! the thrilling found
Serv'd only to increase the wound;
I, while for reft I fondly ftrove,
Forgot that mufic ftrengthens love.

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