And yet this world, as old as 'tis, SONG. GET you gone-you will undo me— With harmless thoughts I did begin, At every hour, in every place, My dreams at night were all of you, But now his teeth and claws are grown, Let me the fatal lion shun ; You found me harmless-leave me so! For, were I not, you'd leave me too. SONG. LOVE still has something of the sea, They are becalm'd in clearest days, And in rough weather tost, They wither under cold delays, One while they seem to touch the port, At first disdain and pride they fear, Rivals and falsehood soon appear, By such degrees to joy they come, "Tis cruel to prolong a pain ; Believe me, gentle Celemene, An hundred thousand oaths your fears Perhaps would not remove; · And, if I gaz'd a thousand years, I could no deeper love. SONG. FAIR Amynta, art thou mad, To let the world in me 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, 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, And in the autumn, fruit; His spring doth else but mock our eyes, And in a scoff salute. The Indifference. THANKS, fair Urania, to your scorn, I now am free, as I was born. Of all the pain that I endur'd 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, Love is a burthen, which two hearts, I'm not of those who court their pain, And make an idol of disdain : My hope in love does ne'er expire, Nor yet of those who, ill receiv'd, |