SONG CLIV. Address to a Bottle.
Ouldst thou give me a Pleasure,
Like the Mistress of my Heart,
I'd drink beyond all Measure,
And from thee never start.
A Pleasure so alluring,
I never could refrain,
Till Life not worth enduring,
In a Tun I'd drown my Pain.
But fince there's no comparing
With Raptures the can give,
Whofe Extaly (paft bearing)
Ifcarce can tafte, and live.
To brighter Joys refigning,
I'll quit thy fparkling Charms,
And die without repining,
To be bury'd in her Arins.
SONG CLV. Ah! Stay ye, &c.
H! ftay ye wanton Gales, and lend
A friendly Moment to my Tale;
To the dear Nymph my Sorrows fend,
In tend'reft Sighs that can prevail.
In fecret Murmurs, Oh! convey
What Love fuggefts in fad Diftrefs,
And let her know, that ev'ry Way
She flights the Swain the ought to blefs.
Or, if the Winds refufe to bear
The Voice of Love to the dear Maid;
Some pitying God then lend an Ear
And guard my Heart from be' 'ng betray'd.
Propitious Heav'n! direct my Steps
To the bleft Manfion where my Dear
Each Day the wakes, each Night the fleeps
With Pity may my Paffion hear.
Within her downy Arms embrac’ô,
I'd glut with Joys beyond Compare
My Lips feal'd to her fragrant Breaft,
O'erRowing Bleffings let me fhares
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Or fhou'd the Deities refufe
Immediate Aid to my Requeft,
Her let me not for ever lofe,
But foon or late let me be bleft.
In pleafing Dreams, let tender Love
Invade her Sleep, and let her know,
O Cupid, and Almighty Jove!
How much for her I undergo.
On her lov'd Bofom, Night and Day,
Where Interruption knows no Reft;
There let me breathe my Soul away,
And bid Adieu to human Race.
SONG CLVI Why do my Looks, &c.
HY do my Looks my Thoughts betray,
And fudden Blushes in me fly!
Why do I figh, and faint away,
Since what I love wou'd have me die,
Coy'd I but once on him prevail
To mingle with his Joy my Smart,
That he might feel what now I ail,
But I'm too young to fhew fuch Art,
Attractive Cupid, be my Care,
And look with Pity on my Flame:
O break the Chains that now I wear,
Or bind Amintor in the fame!
Hafte to thy Mother, tell my Grief,
To help a harmless injur'd Maid,
That the may quickly fend Relief,
And fave a Heart that is betray'd.
SONG CLVII. Once fair, &c.
Nce fair Serena panting lay,
With Thoughts of Love opprefta
Hoping that Slumber might allay
The Fever in her Breaft.
Her fleeping Senfe at last was caught,
And Slumber foon made known;
The Transports the enjoy'd in Thoughts
She waking durf net own.
Smiling the lay with longing Arms,
Grafping the fleeting Air;
Melting with thousand am'rous Charms
Fancy cou'd e'er declare :
Her Swain furpriz'd to hear her Tongue,
And all her Love repeat,
Straight to her Arms like Light'ning flew,
Her Wishes to compleat.
The Maid afham'd to be thus caught,
Sigh'd, blush'd, and ftrove to rife;
Accufing that her Swain was nought,
Her Virtue to furprize :
She vow'd by all the Gods above,
Her Scorn fhe wou'd not hide ;
But melting with rapturous Love,
The Nymph forgot to chide.
SONG CLVIII. How wretched, &c.
WOW wretched is a Maiden's Fate,
When Love invades her Heart;
In fecret the deplores her State,
Nor dares reveal the Smart.
If Love a Shepherd's Breaft engage,
No nicer Forms reftrain:
He wooes, he fighs, and Sighs affuage
The agonizing Pain.
We born to love, and be belov'd,
A Fate like Echo's try:
Ah! worfe; for when we're ftrongeft mov'd,
We hefitate and die.
Then point out, Love, the happy way
To make our Wishes known;
Our Hearts uncenfur'd to display,
And all thy Rigour own.
SONG CLIX. Love's a gentle, &c.
Ove's a gentle, gen'rous Paffion,
Source of all fublime Delights
Which with mutual Inclinations
Two fond Hearts in one unites.
What are Titles, Pomp, or Riches,
If compar'd with true Content;
That falfe Joy which now bewitches,
When obtain'd we may repent.
Lawlefs Paffions bring Vexation,
But a chafte and conftant Love
Is a glorious Emulation
Of the blissful State above.
SONG CLX. Whilft Cælia's, &c. Hilft Calia's Eyes my Heart fubdue,
WI lift'ning bleft her tuneful Tongue &
But, doom'd my Ruin to purfue,
I figh'd, and begg'd the fatal Song.
I figh'd, &c.
The heav'nly Sounds my Senfe opprefs'd,
My flutt'ring Heart forgot to beat :
The Sighs for fook my heaving Breaft,
I funk, and fainted at her Feet.
I funk, &c.
She fmil'd to fee her Conqueft fure,
Whilft I infenfibly revive:
Ye Swains, ne'er wonder at the Cure,
"Tis in her Arms alone I live.
'Tis in, &c.
SONG CLXI. 'Twas when the, &c.
Swain of Love despairing,
Thus wail'd his cruel Fate 3
His Grief the Shepherds fharing,
In Circles round him fat.
The Nymphs, in kind Compaffion,
The luckless Lover mourn'd ;
All who had felt the Paffion,
A Sigh for Sigh return'd.
Friends, your Plaints give over,
Your kind Concern forbear;
Shou'd Chloe but difcover,
For me you'd fhed a Tear:
Her Eyes the'd arm with Vengeance
Your Friendship foon fubdue;
Too late you'd ask Forgiveness,
And for her Mercy fue.
Her Charms fuch Force discover,
Refiftance is in vain ;
Spite of your felf, you'll love her,
And hug the galling Chain:
Her Wit the Flame increases,
And rivets faft the Dart;
She has ten thousand Graces,
And each could gain a Heart.
But oh! one more deferving
Has thaw'd her frozen Breaft,
Her Heart to him devoting,
She's cold to all the reft;
There Love with Joy abounding,
The Thought diftracts my Brain;
O cruel Maid! then (wooning,
He fell upon the Plain.
SONG CLXII. Happy the, &c.
Happy the youthful Swain,
That feels no Love-fick Smart;
But without Grief or Pain,
Can win a Virgin's Heart: Happy beyond expreffing
Is he who can obtain
That moft tranfporting Bleffing
Which others feek in vain.
Love, and the Graces, smiling,
In all his Actions meet;
Cupid, the Fair beguiling,
Still makes his Conqueft sweet:
Love is his only Treasure,
Beauty's his only Gain;
Ever he finds the Pleasure,
But never feels the Pain..
SONG CLXIII. Whilft endless, &c.
Hilft endless Tears and Sighs declare
Thy flighted Love, and broken Hear
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