To pleasures of a different kind I fought the fair, the gay, the young, And drefs'd, and play'd, and danc'd, and fung; Vain joys! too weak my heart to move, Ah! what are you to her I love? When drooping on the bed of pain, Or fteal a thought from her I love. Absence may bring relief, I cried, SONG XXI. BY ROBERT WOLSELEY ESQ A H! blame me not, if no despair Nor think it ftrange, too charming fair, VOL. I. C If L r If to approach a faint with prayer Long did respect awe my proud aim, And in the friend would hide the lover, I the too bold truth difcover. SONG XXII. THE SILENT LOVER. BY SIR WALTER RALEIGH. W RONG not, fweet miftrefs of With thinking that he feels no fmart, Who fues for no compaffion. my heart! Since, if my plaints were not t' approve It comes not from defect of love, For, knowing that I fue to ferve A faint of fuch perfection, I rather I rather chufe to want relief, Thus those defires that boil fo high When reason cannot make them die, Yet when difcretion doth bereave Silence in love bewrays more woe Then wrong not, dearest to my heart! He smarteth moft that hides his fmart, She bids you give o'er While 'tis in your power, For, except her efteem, She can grant you no more: Her heart has been long fince Affaulted and won, Her truth is as lafting And firm as the fun; You'll find it more easy Your paffion to cure, Than for ever those fruitless Endeavours endure. You may give this advice Will thofe precepts despise; Were it still in my power; Though esteem were denied me, Yet her I'll adore, A heart that's been touch'd Will fome fympathy bear, "Twill leffen my forrows, If fhe takes a share. I'll count it more honour In dying her flave, Than did her affections My steadiness crave. You You may tell her I'll be Out of hatred to me; Without hopes of return; SONG XXIV. GOOD REASON FOR LOVING. BY MR. HENRY CAREY.. AW you the nymph whom I adore, SAW Saw you the goddess of my heart? Or can you think I feel no smart? So many charms around her shine, Who can the fweet temptation fly! That I muft love her, though I die. |