OH! turn away those cruel eyes, Punish their blindly impious pride® It was my fall that deified Thy name, and seal'd thy story. Yet no new suff'rings can prepare Lovers will doubt thou canst entice And if thou burn one victim twice, Think thee both poor and cruel. IN N vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er; Suppress those sighs, and weep no more; Should heav'n and earth with thee combine, "Twere all in vain; since any pow'r, To crown thy love, must alter mine. But, if revenge can ease thy pain, THE [PRIOR.] HE merchant to secure his treasure Euphelia serves to grace my measure, My softest verse, my darling lyre When Chloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, But with my numbers mix my sighs; Fair Chloe blush'd; Euphelia frown'd; Remark'd how ill we all dissembled. CELIA, hoard thy charms no more, To increase his heaps of money, Views with aching eyes his store, Tho' the wretch wants power to use it. Celia thus with endless arts Spends her days, her charms improving, Lab'ring still to conquer hearts, Yet ne'er tastes the sweets of loving. Views with pride her shape and face, While she starves with all her plenty. Celia's fate will still be worse, When her fading charms deceive her, Vain desire will be her curse When no mortal will relieve her. Celia hoard thy charms no more, Beauty's like the miser's treasure, Taste a little of thy store; What is beauty without pleasure? As the snow in vallies lying, As a tyrant when degraded By the slaves he once controll'd; So the nymph if none could move her Is contemn'd by every lover When her charms are growing old. Melancholic looks and whining, |