SONG XLIV. BY LORD LYTTELTON. TH HE heavy hours are almost past That part my love and me: My longing eyes may hope at last, Their only wish to see. But how, my Delia, will you meet Will you in every look declare, Thus, Delia, thus I paint the fcene, But if the dream that fooths my mind If I am doom'd at length to find * " Written in the year 1733." D 3 All All I of Venus afk, is this; No more to let us join : But grant me here the flattering blifs, SONG XLV. BY WILLIAM WALSH, ESQ F all the torments, all the cares, OF With which our lives are curft; Of all the plagues a lover bears, Sure rivals are the worst! By partners in each other kind, Sylvia, for all the pangs you fee SONG TO SONG XLVI. CHLOE JEALOUS. BY MATHEW PRIOR ESQ Y ("THE AUTHOR SICK.") ES, faireft proof of beautys pow'r, While now I take my last adieu, On earth an object worth its care. From jealousys tormenting ftrife Yet when some better-fated youth Shall with his am'rous parly move thee; Reflect one moment on his truth Who dying thus, perfifts to love thee. BY MR. HENRY CAREY. HOUGH cruel you seem to my pain, THO Yet Phillis! you love a false swain, ε Enjoyment's a trifle to him, To me what a heav'n would it be ! Thofe lips which he touches in hafte, Which over his shoulders you lay, Were I like a monarch to reign, W SONG XLVIII. HAT fury does difturb my reft? What hell is this within my breast? Now I abhor, and now I love; And each an equal torment prove. I fee Celindas cruelty, I fee fhe loves all men but me; Which, blind with love, they cannot shun, I see my danger, fee my ruin, Yet feek, yet court my own undoing: To hate her, makes me love her more. Two fouls in one; the fame defire To grant the blifs and to require : 'Tis all from thee, O Jealoufy! 'Tis all from thee, Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, * In the tragi-comedy of Love triumphant. All |