Yet, thefe mournful thoughts poffeffing, That, could Heaven afford relief, SONG XVI. THE GIRDLE. BY EDMUND WALLER ESQ. TH HAT which her flender waist confin'd, It was my heavens extremeft sphere, A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair: Take all the reft the fun goes round. SONG SONG XVII. BY THE EARL OF DORSET. ET the ambitious ever find L' Success in crouds and noise, While gentle love does fill my mind Let knaves and fools grow rich and great, And the world think them wife, While I lye at my Nannys feet, And all that world defpife. Let conquering kings new trophies raife, Her eyes can give much brighter days, SONG XVIII. A TRANSLATION FROM SAPPHO. BY AMBROSE PHILIPS ESQ. B LESS'D as th' immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly fits by thee, And hears and fees thee all the while Softly speak and fweetly fmile. . 'Twas 'Twas this depriv'd my foul of reft, My bofom glow'd; the fubtile flame In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, SONG XIX. IN IMITATION OF CORNELIUS GALLUS. BY THE EARL OF ROCHESTER. M Y goddess Lydia, heav'nly fair, As lilies fweet, as foft as air; Let loofe thy treffes, fpread thy charms, O let me gaze on those bright eyes, Give Give me Ambrofia in a kifs, O hide thy bofoms killing white, Why draw'st thou from the purple flood SONG XX. N Belvideras bofom lying, Wishing, panting, fighing, dying; The cold regardless maid to move But fhe, alas! unkindly wife, Her lovers fondness to improve; SONG |