She calls me her friend, but her lover denies ; She smiles when I'm cheerful, but hears not my sighs. A bosom so flinty, so gentle an air, Inspires me with hope, and yet bids me despair. I fall at her feet and implore her with tears; By night, when I slumber, still haunted with carę, The fair sleeps in peace, may she ever do so! Then gaze at a distance, nor farther aspire, YE [ETHERIDGE.] Ye happy swains whose hearts are free From love's imperial chain, Take warning and be taught by me T" avoid th' inchanting pain; Juts Fatal the wolves to trembling flocks, Fly the fair sex if bliss you prize, [PARNEL.] WHEN your beauty appears In its graces and airs, All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky; But when without art, Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes thro' every vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your Then I know you're a woman again. [heart, There's passion and pride In our sex, she replied, And thus, might I gratify both, would I do; Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But yet be a woman to you, [SIR CHARLES SEDLEY.] As Amoret with Phillis sat The threat'ning danger to remove, Ah Phillis! if you would not love, None ever had so strange an art And steal her soul away. Fly, fly betimes for fear you give Occasion for your fate, In vain, said she, in vain I strive Alas! 'tis now too late. 1 [BY BERKELEY.*] CAN love be controll❜d by advice, O Molly, who'd ever be wise, If madness is loving of thee? Let sages pretend to despise The joys they want spirits to taste, And the blessings of life while they last. Dull wisdom but adds to our cares; Then, Molly, for what should we stay We may always find time to grow old. MORTALS, learn your lives to measure But in torment, then they creep. * It has been said that this song was written for the once well known Lady Vane. Mortals, learn your lives to measure Then you'll ask, but none will give, BID me, when forty winters more Nature, who form'd the varied scene The dues of age in youth's high bloom, |