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SON G XVII.
BY THE EARL OF DORSET,
ET the ambitious ever find
Success in crouds and noise, While gentle love does fill my mind
With filent real joys.
Let knaves and fools grow rich and great,
And the world think them wise, While I lye at my Nannys feet,
And all that world despise.
Let conquering kings new trophies raise,
And melt in court delights :
Her arms much softer nights.
BY AMBROSE PHILIPS ESQ.
LESS’D as th' immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly fits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak and sweetly smile. .
'Twas this depriv'd my soul of rest,
My bosom glow'd; the subtile flame
In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd,
IN IMITATION OF CORNELIUS GALLUS.
BY THE EARL OF ROCHESTER,
Y goddess Lydia, heav'nly fair,
As lilies sweet, as soft as air; Let loose thy tresses, spread thy charms, And to my love give fresh alarms.
O let me gaze on those bright eyes,
Give me Ambrosia in a kiss,
O hide thy bofoms killing white,
Why draw'st thou from the purple flood
kind heart the vital blood ? hou art all over endless charms; O! take me, dying, to thy arms.
N Belvideras bosom lying,
Wihing, panting, fighing, dying;
With unavailing pray’rs I sue ;
Ah! teach me to be happy too.
But she, alas! unkindly wise,
Her lovers fondness to improve;
You quickly would forget to love.
HE bird that hears her nestlings cry,
And flies abroad for food,
To nurse the callow brood.
But bodes a thousand harms,
While absent from her arms.
Such fondness with impatience join'd
My faithful bosom fires;
All fimiles are vain,
Or to relieve my pain.
The faint with fervent zeal inspir'd
For heav'n and joys divine,
More pure, more warm than mine.
"Twere impious to say more :
The goddess I adore.
SON G XXIII.
BY THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
ROM all uneasy paffions free,
Revenge, ambition, jealousy,
Safe from your eyes