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Then, firm in Constancy's reliance,
Perhaps, suspending mortal rage, By silent sap, and creeping age, By subtile, secret slow approaches, As mildew on the blade incroaches, Thou hop'st, malignant fiend ! to tame The ardor of love's fiercest flameVain shalt thou find thy keenest blast, Bliss once possess'd, thy power is past. Can years, while sense remains, destroy The memory of transcendent joy? Can years bright innocence impair? Can years make Virtue look less fair?
But Beauty, by thy influence curst, May sicken-Tyrant, do thy worst! I know thy power, and am prepar'd To meet thy sharpest darts unscar'd. Though Body, Mind, thou canst control, Own thy survivor in the Soul; Whose perfect bliss is not enjoy'd, Till thou art utterly destroy'd.
Ev'n here, as health and beauty fail, While lilies o'er the rose prevail, Long ere thy menac'd ills can harm, Though every hour should steal a charmLong ere, by twenty stars a day, The spangled Heavens would wear away.
Unconscious of the gradual wane, As years their empire slowly gain, While my Ideas, in the race, Observe a due-proportioned pace, And limbs grow cold, and senses faulter, I sha'nt perceive her Person alter. When Age her dimpled cheek beguiles, And wrinkles plants, instead of smiles, Though every Cupid he should smother, I'll think her handsome as their mother. When, steady to his barbarous plan, To spoil my lovely MARY-Anne, The savage unrelenting creature Has robb’d her face of every feature, And, to conceptions merely common, My charmer seems a plain old woman, Still in my heart she'll hold her throne, Still in my eyes be twenty-one.
While I those hard commands obey,
All creatures whom fond flames inspire, Pursue the object they desire ; But I, prepost'rous doom! must prove By distant fight the strongest love; And ev'ry way distress'd by fate, Must lose thy sight, or meet thy hate.
By the Same.
WEARY'D with indolent repose,
Camilla to my sight.
Now cheerful springs the morning ray, Now cheerful sinks the closing day;
For every morn with her I walk'd,
How quick the smiling moments pass, Through varying fancy's mimic glass! While the gay scene is painted o’er, Where all was one wide blank before ; And sweetly sooth'd th’inchanting dream, 'Till love inspir'd a bolder scheme.
Camilla, stung with grief and shame;