For fuch I'll never venture Smiles,...
Nor hazard Mirth for none;

Nor yet regard a Woman's Wiles joci pote
I'd rather

The blazine alone.burnt out,

Torch is

The Diamond's Light abides

The Fire her Glory hurls about, pasā
The Woman her Virtue hides:

That Spark, (if any fhould be mine)emat
That elfe fhews like to none; out and
For if to ev'ry Eye the thine,

I'd rather lie alone.

No Woman fhould deceive my Thought,nvo?
With Colours not in Grain

A PR

Nor put a Love fo flightly wrought, d Magna Into my Hands agains

I'll pay no more fo dear for Wit,

I'll love upon my own;

Nor fhall Affection trouble it,
I'd rather lie alone.

And fo I'll fet my Heart at reft,
My loving Labour's lofts

I'll be no more fo rarely bleft,
To be fo ftrangely croft:
The Love-loft Turtle fo doth die,
The Phoenix is but One;

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They feek no Mates, no more will I,
I'd rather lie alone.

SONG CCCCIII. No more, &c.

N°

TO more will I my Paffion hide,À Tho' too prefuming it appeara When long Despair a Heart has try'd9VA What other Torments can it fear? Unlov'd of her, I would not live, Nor die, till the the Sentence give.

Why should the Fair offended be

If Virtue charm in Beauty's Dress applivadh

If where fo much Divine I fee,

My open Vows the Saint confefs ?

Awak'd by Wonders in her Eyes,
My former Idols I defpife.

SONG CCCCIV. Phillis has, &c.

HILLIS has fuch charming Graces,
Beauty triumphs in her Eye:

She was made for the Embraces dapa
Of fome mighty Deity. Y

Phillis has fuch charming Graces,
I muft love her, tho' I die.
Have a Care, Celeftial Creature,
Coynefs may your Beauty pall
You an Angel are by Nature;
Angels by their Pride loft all,
Have a Care, Celestial Creature,
Left I triumph in your Fall.

SONG CCCCV. With ev'ry, &c..

WIth ev'ry Grace

young Strepbon chofe

His Perfon to adorn,

That, by the Beauties of his Face,
In Sylvia's Love he might find Place,
And wonder'd at her Scorn.

With Bows and Smiles he did his Part
But ah! 'twas all in vain:

A Youth lefs fine, a Youth of Art,
Had talk'd himself into her Heart,
And would not out again.

With Change of Habits Strephon prefs'd,
And urg'd her to admire;
His Love alone the other drefs'd,
As Verfe or Profe became it beft,
And mov'd her foft Defire.

This found, his Courtship Strephon ends, b
Or makes it to his Glafs;

There in himself now feeks Amends;
Convinc'd, that where a Wit pretends,
A Beau is but an Afs.

SONG CCCCVI. Maria,

ARIA, when my Sight you bless,
Each Morn beneath your Cow,

MA

How can the Swain his Joy express,
To fee thee in thy rural Dress,

And hear thee Singing too?

Thy Milk-white Waistcoat, free from Stain,
Denotes thy purer Thought,

As clear from Falfhood as Difdain;
And in thy foft and chearful Strain
My Cares are all forgot.

Thy Breath excels the Breath of Morn,
More fragrant than the Hay;
Or Flow'rs, tho' in thy Bofom worn;
Or Clover-grafs, or green-ear'd Corn;
Or Cows, more fweet than they.
Thy modeft Cheeks out-blush the Rofe
Whilft I thy Charms recite ;
Thy Lips are Cherries; Eyes are Sloes';
And thy engaging Smiles difclofe
Two Rows of Iv'ry white.

But oh! the Burden of my Song !
Thofe Charms may fall a Prey,
And be commanded, right or wrong,
By fome dull Clown, whofe vulgar Tongue
Can neither fing nor fay.

The Vi'let thus, that in the Mead
Regal'd our Smell alas!

No more must rear his bloomy Head,
Stamp'd in by fome black Ox's Tread,
Or mow'd with common Grafs.
The chearful Mornings, once fo bleft,
So Evnings too, are o'er :-
Ye Cows, whofe Teats Maria preft
Farewel: My Pipe has done its beft,
Maria fmiles no more.

SONG CCCCVII. My Heart, &c. TY Heart inclines your Chains to wear, But Reafon will not ftoop;

M

I love that Angel's Face, but fear
The Serpent in your Hoop.

Your Eyes difcharge the Darts of Love,

Bubbat Pains fucceed,

When fhall Pins and Needles prove
And Love a Fire indeed!

The Fly about the Candle gays
Dances, with thoughtless Hum}
But fhort, alas! his giddy Play,
His Pleasure proves his Doom,
The Child, in fuch Simplicity,
About the Bee-Hive clings,
And with one Drop of Honey, he
Receives a hundred Stings.

SONG CCCCVIII. Lovers, &aci

Lovers, who waffe your Thoughts and Youth

Extremes;

Who dream of Women's Love and Truth,

And doat upon your Dreams:

I fhould not here your Fancy take

From fuch a pleafing State;

Were you not fure at laft to wake,

And find your Fault too late.

Then learn betimes, the Love which crowng

Our Cares, is all but Wiles;

Compos'd of falfe fantaftick Frowns,

And foft diffembling Smiles.

W

With Anger, which fometimes they feign
They cruel Tyrants prove;

And then turn Flatterers again,
With as affected Love.

As if fome Injury were meant

To thofe they kindly us'd,

Thofe Lovers are the most content,
That have been ftill refus'd.
Since each has in his Bofom nurs'd
A falfe and fawning Foe;
'Tis juft, and wife, by ftriking first,
To 'fcape the fatal Blow.

SONG CCCCIX. Clarinda, &c.

LARINDA, the Pride of the Plain, So fam'd for her conquering Charms, Repenting her Scorn of a Swain,

Sat penfive, and folding her Arms.
Her Lute, and her fhining Attire,
Neglected, were laid at her Side 3
While pining with hopeless Defire,
The Damfel thus mournfully cry'd.
Oh! could the past Hours but return,
When I triumph'd in Angelat's Heart
Clarinda would mutually burn,

Would mutually fuffer the Smart ;
But far from the Plain he is gone,
Enjoys the fweet Smiles of a Fair,
Whofe Kindness the Shepherd has wor
And Clarinda no more is his Care.
How oft at thefe Feet has he lain,
Bewailing his forrowful Fate!
But all his Complaints were in vain,
I foolishly doated on State.
I long'd to be gaz'd on in Town,
To fparkle in golden Array;

By my Drefs and my Charms to be known,
In the Park, and at ev'ry new Play.
I thought without Grandeur and Fame,
That Marriage no Bleffing could prove
Some wealthy young Heir was my Aim;
And I flighted poor Angelor's Love.
Such Madness befotted my Mind,

I receiv'd all his Sighs with Difdain,