If in all thy love there ever

Was one wav'ring thought, if thy flame,

Were not still even, ftill the fame,

Know this,

Thou lov'ft amifs,

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If when the appears i'th' room,

Thou doft not quake, and art ftruck dumb,
And in striving this to cover

Doft not speak thy words twice over,

Know

Know this,

Thou lov'ft amifs,

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If fondly thou doft not mistake,
And all defects for graces take,

Perfwad'ft thyself that jefts are broken,
When the hath little or nothing spoken,
Know this,

Thou lov'ft amifs,

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If when thou appear'ft to be within,
Thou lett'ft not men ask and ask again;
And when thou answereft, if it be
To what was afk'd thee properly,
Know this,

Thou lov'ft amifs,

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If when thy ftomach calls to eat,
Thou cutt'ft not fingers 'ftead of meat,
And with much gazing on her face,
Doft not rife hungry from the place,
Know this,

Thou lov'ft amifs,

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If

If by this thou dost discover
That thou art no perfect lover,
And defiring to love true,

Thou doft begin to love anew ;
Know this,

Thou lov'ft amifs,

And to love true,

Thou must begin again, and love anew.

TE

SONG IX.

ELL me, Damon, doft thou languish
With a flow, confuming fire;

Melting fill in fpeechlefs anguish

For the maid thou doft admire ? If thy heart fuch paffion prove, "Shepherd, thou doft truly love.

Flying, doft thou ftill pursue her?
Abfent, does she haunt thy dream?
Prefent, doft thou ceaseless woo her?
Is her worth thy only theme?
If thy heart fuch paffion prove,
Shepherd, thou doft truly love.

Does each rivals merit grieve thee?
Whilft in health doft thou complain?
Can no balm but love relieve thee?
None but Celia eafe thy pain?
If thy heart fuch paffion prove,
Shepherd, thou dost truly love.

Canft

Canft thou view each bright perfection
In her mind, and in her face?
Does each fault efcape detection,
Every blemish seem a grace?
If thy heart fuch paffion prove,
Shepherd, thou doft truly love.

Then in love if there be pleasure,
Unallay'd by care and pain,
Venus fhall confer the treasure
On her true devoted fwain.
Venus fhall thy fuit approve;
Shepherd, thou doft truly love.

SONG X.

BY MISS ΑΙ ΚΙΝ.

OME here fond youth, whoe'er thou be
That boafts to love as well as me,

And if thy breast have felt so wide a wound,
Come hither and thy flame approve;

I'll teach thee what it is to love,
And by what marks true paffion may be found.

It is to be all bath'd in tears, To live upon a fmile for years, To lie whole ages at a beautys feet;

To kneel, to languish and implore,

And ftill though she disdain, adore;

It is to do all this and think thy fufferings fweet.

It

It is to gaze upon her eyes

With eager joy and fond surprise

Yet temper'd with fuch chafte and aweful fear
As wretches feel who wait their doom;
Nor must one ruder thought prefume,
Though but in whispers breath'd, to meet her ear.

It is to hope, though hope were loft, Though heaven and earth thy paffion croft; Though the were bright as fainted queens above, And thou the leaft and meaneft fwain

That folds his flock upon

the plain,

Yet if thou dar'ft not hope, thou doft not love.

It is to quench thy joy in tears,

To nurfe ftrange doubts and groundless fears; If pangs of jealoufy thou haft not prov'd,

Though fhe were fonder and more true

Than any nymph old poets drew,

Oh never dream again that thou haft lov'd.

If when the darling maid is gone, Thou doft not feek to be alone, Wrapt in a pleafing trance of tender woe; And mufe, and fold thy languid arms, Feeding thy fancy on her charms,

Thou doft not love, for love is nourish'd fo.

If any hopes thy bofom share

But thofe which love has planted there,