Thus I that could her friendship boast,
And did her love pursue ;

Am taught contentment, at the cost

Of love and friendship too.

SONG XXXII.

HEN fair Serrena first I knew

WH

By friendships happy union charm'd,

Inceffant joys around her flew,

And gentle fmiles my bofom warm'd.

But when, with fond officious care,

I prefs'd to breathe my amorous pain; Her lips fpoke nought but cold defpair, fhot ice through every vein.

Her eyes

Thus, in Italias lovely vales,

The fun his genial vigour yields; Reviving heat each fenfe regales,

And plenty crowns the fmiling fields.

When nearer we approach his ray;

High on the Alps tremendous brow, Surpris'd we fee pale fun-beams play

On everlasting hills of fnow.

0.

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SONG XXXIII.

of

AIREST of thy fex and best,
Admit my humble tale;

"Twill eafe the torment of my breast,
Though I fhall ne'er prevail.

No fond ambition me does move
Your favour to implore,

I afk not for return of love,
But freedom to adore.

SONG XXXIV.

FROM THE FRENCH.

BY MICHAEL WODHULL ESQ.

Cou

OULD you guess, for I ill can repeat The fenfation I'm deftin'd to prove; "Tis fomething than friendship more sweet, More paffionate even than love.

For ever, when abfent from you,
Pale Echo returns my fond fighs;
But when haply your beauties I view,
On my lips the faint utterance dies.

This the fecret I had to betray;

And the fate of my paffion is fuch, That in what I was prompted to say, Methinks I have utter'd too much.

O.

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SONG XXXV.

L'AMOUR TIMIDE.

FROM THE FRENCH.

BY SIR JOHN MOORE.

F in that breaft, fo good, so pure,
Compaffion ever lov'd to dwell,

IF

Pity the forrows I endure,

The caufe-I must not-dare not tell.

The grief that on my quiet preys

That rends my heart—that checks my tongue

I fear will last me all my days,

But feel it will not last me long.

T

SONG XXXVI.

BY •

HE filver rain, the pearly dew,

The gales that sweep along the mead,
The soften'd rocks once' forrow knew,

And marbles have found tears to shed:

The fighing trees, in every grove,
Have pity, if they have not love.

*In mrs. Clives (two act) comedy of the Rehearsal, or Bayes in

petticoats.

Shall

Shall things inanimate be kind,

And every

foft fenfation know;

The weeping rain, and fighing wind,
All, all, but thee, fome mercy fhow.
Ah pity, if you fcorn t'approve,
Have pity, if thou hast not love.

SONG XXXVII.

BY MATHEW PRIOR ESQ

W

HILST I am fcorch'd with hot defire,

In vain cold friendship you return;

Your drops of pity on my fire

Alas! but make it fiercer burn.

Ah! would you have the flame fuppreft
That kills the heart it heats too fast,
Take half my paffion to your breast,
The reft in mine fhall ever laft.

SONG XXXVIII.

BY MRS. BEHN.

IS not your faying that you love,

Can cafe me of my fmart:

Your actions muft your words approve,
Or else you break my heart.

In vain you bid my paffions cease,
And ease my troubled breast,
Your love alone must give me peace,
Restore my wonted reft.

GI would not die, nor dare complain:

O tell Amynta, gentle fwain,

Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
For fouls opprefs'd, and dumb with grief,
The gods ordain'd this kind relief,
That mufic fhould in founds convey
What dying lovers dare not fay.

A figh or tear perhaps fhe'll give,

But love on pity cannot live;

Tell her that hearts for hearts were made,

And love with love is only paid,

Tell her my pains fo faft increase,
That foon they will be paft redress:
For ah! the wretch, that fpeechlefs lies,
Attends but Death to clofe his eyes.

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