HO' cruel TH you feem to my pain, And hate me because I am true; Yet, PHYLLIS, you love a falfe fwain, Enjoyment's a trifle to him, To me what a heaven 'twould be! Those lips which he touches in hafte That arm, like a lily fo white, Were I like a monarch to reign, But if I must feel your difdain, E fhepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain, Amongst all your number a lover fo true Was ne'er fo undone with fuch blifs in his view. Was ever a nymph fo hard-hearted as mine? She calls me her friend, but her lover denies ; A bofom fo flinty, fo gentle an air, Inspires me with hope, and yet bids me despair. I fall at her feet and implore her with tears; My trembling lips blefs her in spite of my grief. By night, when I flumber, ftill haunted with care, Then gaze at a distance, nor farther aspire, HAMILTON. E happy fwains whose hearts are free Take warning and be taught by me Fatal the wolves to trembling flocks, Fly the fair fex if bliss you prize, ETHERIDGE. WHEN your beauty appears All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky; So ftrangely you dazzle my eye! But But when without art, Your kind thoughts you impart, ; When your love runs in blushes thro' every vein When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, Then I know you're a woman again. There's a paffion and pride In our fex, fhe reply'd, And thus, might I gratify both, would I do; But yet be a woman to you. PARNEL. S AMORET with PHILLIS fat One evening on the plain, And faw the gentle STREPHON wait The threatning danger to remove, |