SONG CXXVIII. Guardian, &c.
Uardian Angels, now protect me,
Send to me the Swain I love:
Cupid, with thy Bow direct me,
Help me, all ye Pow'rs above.
Bear him my Sighs, ye gentle Breezes,
Tell him I love and I defpair.
Tell him, for him I grieve,
Say, 'tis for him I live,
may the Shepherd be fincere!
Thro' the fhady Grove I'll wander,
Silent as the Bird of Night:
Near the Brink of yonder Fountain,
Firft Leander blefs'd my Sight;
Witnefs, ye Groves and Falls of Water,
Echo's repeat the Vows he fwore,
Can he forget me,
Will he neglect me,
Shall I never fee him more!
Does he love, and yet forfake me,
To admire a Nymph more fair?
If 'tis fo, I'll wear the Willow,
And esteem the happy Pair."
Some lonely Cave I'll make my Dwelling,
Ne'er more the Cares of Life purfue:
The Lark and Philomel
Only fhall hear me tell
What makes me bid the World adieu.
SONG CXXIX. Ye gentle, &c.
TE gentle Gales, that fan the Air,
YR And wanton in the fhady Grove j
Oh! whisper to my absent Fair,
My fecret Pain, and endless Love:
And, in the fultry Heat of Day,
When the does feek fome cool Retreat ;
Throw fpicy Odours in her Way,
And fcatter Rofes at her Feet:
That when she fees their Colours fade,
And all their Pride neglected lye;
Let that inftruct the charming Maid,
That Sweets not timely gather'd die.
And when the lays her down to Reft,
Let fome aufpicious Vifion fhew,
Who 'tis that loves Camilla beft,
And what for her I'd undergo.
SONG CXXX. 'Tis Mefonry, &c. IS Masonry unites Mankind,
To gen'rous Actions forms the Soul;
In friendly Converse all conjoin'd,
One Spirit animates the Whole.
Where'er afpiring Domes arise,
Wherever facred Altars ftand,
Those Altars blaze unto the Skies,
Thofe Domes proclaim the Mason's Hand.
As Paffions rough the Soul disguise,
Till Science cultivates the Mind:
So the rude Stone unshapen lyes,
Till by the Mason's Art refin'd.
Tho' ftill our chief Concern and Care
Be to deserve a Brother's Name:
Yet ever mindful of the Fair,
Their kindest Influence we claim.
Let Wretches at our Manhood rail ;
But they who once our Order prove,
Will own, that we who build fo well,
With equal Energy can love.
Sing, Brethren then, the Craft divine
(Beft Band of focial Joy and Mirth)
With choral Sound, and chearful Wine,
Proclaim its Virtues o'er the Earth!
SONG CXXXI. Colin's Complaint.
Ond Echo, forbear thy light Strain,
And heedfully hear a loft Maid!
Go tell the falfe Ear of the Swain,
How deeply his Vows have betray'd;
Go tell him what Sorrows I bear;
See yet if his Heart feel my Woe; 'Tis now he muft heal my Despair, Or Death will make Pity too flow.
O more fhall Buds on Branches fpring,
Nor Violets paint the Grove;
Nor warbling Birds delight to fing,
If I forfake my Love';
The Sun fhall cease to spread his Light,
And Stars their Orbits leave; And fair Creation fink in Night, When I my Dear deceive.
SONG CXXXIII. Cupid and, &c.
UPID and Venus one Day ftrove
To warm Amyntor's Heart,
And give him all the Joys of Love,
The Joys without the Smart.
Says Venus then, let ev'ry Maid
Beftow a fav'rite Grace:
No, Mamma, Cupid smiling faid,
Let's fhew him Calia's Face.
SONG CXXXIV. Long from, &c.
Long from the Force of Beauty's Charms,
Endur'd no Grief, felt no Alarms,
Referv'd to fall by thee.
Thou fair one, thou alone canft move
This Paffion in my Breaft;
Thou, thou alone canft teach me Love,
O teach me to be bleft.
In Safety thus from all Alarms
The roving Turtle flies,
Till fome unerring Hand conveys
The Shaft by which he dies.
SONG CXXXV. The Nymph that, &c. E Nymphs and ye Swains, from the Groves and the Plains,
Attend my Complaints, and give Ear to my
Strains:
No Lover in Story, or ancient or new,
E'er fuffer'd fo much from a Paffion fo true.
The Nymph I adore, neither cruel nor kind,
To Love feems averfe, to my Friendship inclin'd:
She smiles when I'm gay, when I figh she looks
grave,
[Slave.
She admits me her Friend, but difowns me her
I tell her I'm dying; she asks what I ail?
I fall at her Feet, but alas! 'twon't avail:
She wonders why trembling I figh and complain,
And pities my Cafe, while the laughs at my
A Bofom fo frozen what Lover can bear!
Then fay, O ye Pow'rs! fhall I hope or defpair?
Or fly to a warmer, and kinder than fhe,
Who'll foon eafe my Pains, and as foon fet me
free.
SONG CXXXVI. Foolish Woman,
Oolish Woman, fly Mens Charms,
FFly their Cringing, fly their Arms,
For, fhould you, by chance, comply,
"Tis not they, but you must die.
Men with Pleasure foon are cloy'd,
And forfake you when enjoy'd,
Strive their winning Arts to fhun,
If you flight them, they're undone,
When that you them over-pow'r,
Referve yourself until the Hour
Of the Matrimonial Noose,
Then falfe Men you may abuse.
SONG CXXXVII. Wanton Cupid, &c.
Anton Cupid, cease to hover
Thus around the smiling Fair;
You exclude a faithful Lover
With your too officious Care. Whifp'ring Breezes, hafte, begone
To fome remoter filent Grove,
And leave Alexis here alone
To tell a thoufand Tales of Love,
How I'm charm'd with e'ery Feature,
That adorns her lovely Face!
How she's ev'ry Thing that Nature
Can e'er give with ev'ry Grace.
If the liftens to my Story,
And for me hath equal Love;
I'll not envy human Glory,
But be bleft as those above.
SONG CXXXVIII. Come take, &c.
Ome, take your Glafs, the Northern La
So prettily advis'd,
I drank her Health, and really was
Agreeably furpriz❜d.
Her Shape fo neat, her Voice so sweet,
Her Air and Mien fo free;
The Syren charm'd me from my Meat,
But take your Drink, faid the.
If from the North fuch Beauty comes,
How is it that I feel
Within my Breaft that glowing Flame
No Tongue can e'er reveal?
Tho' cold and raw the North-wind blow,
All Summer's on her. Breaft ;
Her Skin was like the driv'n Snow,
But Sun-fhine all the reft.
Her Heart may Southern Climates melt,
Tho' frozen now it feems;.
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