Far other Thoughts fhould fill the poor Man's

[Head; He seeks not Dainties, who is pinch'd for Bread,

THENOT.

If Love and Courting be forbid the Poor,
You make the Distance greater than before:
None are beneath us here, and none above;
For all are Slaves and Sovereigns in Love.

COLIN.

How can He meet Relief who courts his Pains,

Or Freedom find, who glories in his Chains?
Yet to thy Colin all thy Grief reveal;

We tell with Pleafure what with Pain we feel,

THENOT.

To trufty Colin I my Love unfold,

Which to my Sweet-heart dear was never told; Lucy, the prettieft Maiden in the Town,

Sweet as the Nut, tho' as the Berry brown.

COLIN.

Who fpares to fpeak, to speed must ever spare;
How fhall he wed, that will not woo the Fair?
By timely Vent the Farmer faves his Hay,
That smother'd close would kindling burn away.

THENO T

The wifeft Scholars know not where to find
Apt Words, well fuiting to a love-fick Mind:
What Grace fhall Thenot's clownish Speech adorn?
I hope her Favour, but I fear her Scorn.

COLIN.

Faint Heart, like thine, ne'er won a lovely Maid;
Speak fair, few Damfels but of Praise are glad:
Despair not for a peevish Word or Frown;
The blackest Storms are fooneft over-blown.

THENO T

Fridays of ev'ry Week, the Proverb says,

Are ftill the fairest or the foulest Days,

Like Fridays' Skies will faithful Paffion prove;

For in our Youthful Prime, our Days of Love Bleft in extremes, or in extremes are curst,

Of all most Happy, or of all the Worst,

COLIN.

He reaps in Harvest who in Seed-time fows; Who flights the prickly Thorn fhall gain the Rose; Who flys Difdain should never Kindness meet, Who fhuns the four fhould never taft the sweet.

THENOT.

I'm us'd to toil, nor Labour shall be spar'd ;
Rich are the Wages, tho' the Work is hard.
To tell how rich! oh what shall Thenot say!
Sweet is the rifing, and the parting Day,
The Fruits of Auguft, and the Flow'rs of May.)
In July Shade, in bleak December Fire,

Eafe in our Age, and in our Youth Defire.

COLIN.

In Words like these to Her thy Love impart,

If once she gives an Ear, she'll give her Heart. Mean time with quicker Pace to Business move;

THENO T.

At least if Business can agree with Love.

To LESBIA, out of CATULLUS.

OME, dearest Lesbia, Heav'nly Fair,

COME,

Let Life and Love be all our Care:

Come, let's be happy, let's be bold,
Nor heed the Cenfures of the old.

When Phebus falling leaves the Skies,
He only falls again to rise :

But when our fhort-liv'd Course is o'er,

We fall, alas! to rife no more.

If

If now, my Fair, we balk Delight,
We're lost in everlasting Night.
Give then, a thousand Kiffes give;

'Tis thus to love, 'tis thus to live:
Another, and another lend,

O kifs me, kifs me without End.
'Tis fit, my Lesbia, none should know
To what Account our Bleffings grow;
'Tis happy, if our felves confefs,
Our darling Joys are numberless.

An O D E.

I.

S

HE comes! he comes! now pants my Heart,

Now tremble I in every Part,

Now feel I trill a pleasing Pain

Thro' every Nerve, thro' every Vein.

Now