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Oh! since the thing we beg's a toy,,
By lovers priz'd alone,
Before our love is gone?
If the quick spirit of your eye,
Or if that golden fleece must grow
Thus either time his sickle brings
LATE when love I seem'd to slight,
Now, said she, our throne may tremble,
Men, ev'n men, do now dissemble, In the dust our empire's laid,
Tutor’d by the wise and grave,
Mistress sounded arbitrary;
But she scorns one jot to vary, She will love, or nothing, claim.
Be a lover, or pretend,
Friendship of another kind is,
Love, one grain is worth the Indies,
Ah! Chloris, could I now but sit
As unconcern'd as when
No happiness nor pain !
And prais’d the coming day,
Would take my rest away.
Your charms in harmless childhood lay
As metals in a mine;
Than youth conceal'd in thine :
To their perfection prest,
And center'd in my breast.
My passion with your beauty grew,
While Cupid, at my heart,
To make a beauty, she
To make a lover, he.
The Graces and the wand'ring Loves
Are Aed to distant plains,
To wound admiring swains.
Who turns her careless eyes
And conquers while she flies.
But see! implor'd by moving prayers,
To change the lover's pain,
And brings the fair again.
Think you, she'll e'er resign?
Or you, like her, divine.
Say, lovely dream, where could'st thou find
Shadows to counterfeit that face?
Colours of this glorious kind,
In heaven itself thou sure wert drest
With that angel-like disguise ;
Thus deluded am I blest,
But ah ! this image is too kind
To be other than a dream !
Cruel Sacharissa's mind
Fair dream, if thou intend'st me grace,
Change that heavenly face of thine;
Paint despis'd love in thy face, And make it to appear like mine.
Pale, wan, and meagre let it look,
Such as wander by the brook
Then to that matchless nymph appear,
In whose shape thou shinest so,
Softly in her sleeping ear,
Perhaps from greatness, state, and pride,
Thus surprised she may fall :
Sleep does disproportion hide. And death resembling equals all.