Fair ones, while your beauty's blooming Use your time, lest age resuming What your youth profusely lends, You are robb'd of all your glories, And condemn'd to tell old stories To your unbelieving friends. [WALSH.] CELIA, too late you would repent; While at the first you cruel prov❜d, I thought you innocent as fair Your bounty of those favours shown Whose worth you first deface, Is melting valued medals down, Oh! since the thing we beg's a toy, By lovers priz'd alone, Why cannot women grant the joy Ir the quick spirit of your eye, Or if that golden fleece must grow If those bright suns must know no shade, Then, Celia, fear not to bestow What still being gather'd, still must grow. Thus either time his sickle brings LATE when love I seem'd to slight, Now, said she, our throne may tremble, Men our province now invade, Men take up our royal trade, 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, Rather than the warmest friend; AH! Chloris, could I now but sit As unconcern'd as when Your charms in harmless childhood lay As metals in a mine; Age from no face takes more away Than youth conceal'd in thine : But as your charms insensibly My passion with your beauty grew, Threw a new flaming dart : THE Graces and the wand'ring Loves Are fled to distant plains, To chase the fawns, or in deep groves With their bright mistress there they stray, From daily triumphs; yet, each day, But see! implor'd by moving prayers, And brings the fair again. Think you, she'll e'er resign? Cease, fools, your wishes to renew, Till she grows flesh and blood, like you ; Or you, like her, divine. [WALLER.] SAY, lovely dream, where could'st thou find Shadows to counterfeit that face? Colours of this glorious kind, Come not from any mortal place. |