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I heard the force of spritely wit,
With strength of reason fir'd,
And each bright turn admir’d.
I liften’d to the Syrens voice
By magic art improv'd ;
The song alone I lov'd.
But now, o Love I own thy reign,
I find thee in my heart;
'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 fame,
For Chloe smild and spoke;
Or else my heart is broke!
7 HY will Florella, when I gaze,
My ravish'd eyes reprove,
They can behold with love?
I seek a nymph more kind;
Still gentle usage find.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We ev'ry bliss must gain :
That never feels a pain.
BY MATHEW PRIOR ESO
N vain you tell your parting lover,
You wish fair winds may waft him over :
Be gentle, and in pity chufe
And bear the pangs of love.
Your counsels may my thanks engage,
But not my love controul; Alas! such juleps ne'er afswage
This fever of the soul.
Such to the burning patient give,
When fate approaches nigh,
While he must by it die.
W Appears in frowns that lovely face ?
HY, Delia, ever when I gaze,
Appears in frowns that lovely face?
flame reprove; I may despair, but still must love.
From sweetest airs I fought relief,
To pleasures of a different kind
When drooping on the bed of pain,
Absence may bring relief, I cried,
; Ah! whither, whither shall I rove, To fhun despair, or fly from love ?
BY ROBERT WOLSELEY ES le
A passion you inspire can end,
If love, like other flames, ascend,