They are becalm'd in clearest days, One while they seem to touch the port, At first disdain and pride they fear, By such degrees to joy they come, 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain, Believe me, gentle Celemene, An hundred thousand oaths your Perhaps would not remove; And, if I gaz'd a thousand years, I could no deeper love. fears SONG. FAIR Amynta, art thou mad, Envy joys I never had, And censure them in thee? Fill'd with grief for what is past, Let us at length be wise; And to Love's true enjoyments haste, Since we have paid the price. Love does easy souls despise Who lose themselves for toys, And escape for those devise Who taste his utmost joys. Love should like the year be crown'd With sweet variety; Hope should in the spring abound, Kind fears, and jealousy. In the summer, flowers should rise, His spring doth else but mock our eyes, The Indifference. THANKS, fair Urania, to your scorn, By your late coldness I am cur'd. In losing me, proud nymph, you lose My ranging love did never find I, unawares, my freedom gave, And to those tyrants grew a slave: Would have kept what you you had won, You should have more compassion shown. Love is a burthen, which two hearts, I'm not of those who court their pain, My hope in love does ne'er expire, Nor yet of those who, ill receiv'd, Whoe'er would make his victor less Must his own weak defence confess; And, while her power he does defame, He poorly doubles his own shame. Even that malice does betray, He's still in torment, whom the rage In love, indifference is sure The only sign of perfect cure. SONG. "HEARS not my Phillis, how the birds Their feather'd mates salute? They tell their passion in their words ;Must I alone be mute?" Phillis, without frown or smile, Sat and knotted all the while. "The god of love in thy bright eyes But in thy heart a child he lies, Phillis, &c. "So many months in silence past, And yet in raging love, Might well deserve one word at last Phillis, &c. "Must then your faithful swain expire, And not one look obtain, Which he, to sooth his fond desire, Might pleasingly explain?" Phillis, without frown or smile, Sat and knotted all the while. SONG. PHILLIS is my only joy, Faithless as the winds or seas; Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please. |