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March, march (quoth I), the word straight give,
Let's lose no time, but leave her; . That giant upon air will live,
And hold it out for ever.
To such a place our camp remove
As will no siege abide :
Only to feed her pride.
PURSUING beauty, men descry
The distant shore, and long to prove (Still richer in variety)
The treasures of the land of love.
We women like weak Indians stand,
Inviting from our golden coast
But she who trades with them is lost.
With humble vows they first begin,
Stealing unseen into the heart;
They quickly act another part.
For beads and baubles we resign
In ignorance our shining store ; Discover nature's richest mine,
And yet the tyrants will have more.
Be wise, be wise, and do not try
How he can court, or you be won; For love is but discovery ;
When that is made, the pleasure's done.
STELLA and Flavia every hour
Do various hearts surprise ;
And Flavia's in her eyes.
And Stella's more confin'd;
But few a heavenly mind.
Stella, like Britain's monarch, reigns
O'er cultivated lands;
To rule o'er barren sands.
Then boast, fair Flavia, boast thy face,
Thy beauty's only store,
Will yield to Stella more.
W HEN gentle Celia first I knew,
Reason and taste approv'd;
And fondly thought I lov'd.
Till Chloris came, with sad surprise
Thro' all my senses run ;
O Celia ! dear unhappy maid,
Which ought your scorn to move :
Yet still I feel I love. .,
Thy gentle smiles no more can please,
The torments I endure ;
Nor even thy pity cure.
Oft shall I curse my iron chain,
With long and vain regret;
I were thy captive yet.
But passion's wild impetuous sea
'Twere vain to struggle more :Thus the poor sailor slumbering lies, While swelling tides around him rise,
And push his bark from shore.
In vain he spreads his helpless arms,
In vain deplore his state;
And foundering yields to fate..
W HEN first upon your tender cheek I saw the morn of beauty break
With mild and chearing beam, I bow'd before your infant shrine, The earliest siglis you had were mine,
And you my darling theme,
I saw you in that opening morn
And first confess'd your sway;
I gave my heart away.
I watch'd the dawn of every grace,
While yet ’twas safe to gaze ;
The peace of future days.