But now the adorns the Boxes and Pit, All Hearts fall a leaping wherever the comes, 3kw 94Drums; But to thofe who have had my dear Befs in their Arms, She's gentle,and knows how to foften her Charms; And to every Beauty can add a new Grace, Having learn'd how to lifp, and trip in her Pace: And with Head on one Side, and a languishing Eye, To skill us with looking, as if she would die, SONG CLXXXVII Adieu ta, &c. Dieu to the Pleafures and Follies of Love, For a Paffion more noble my Fancy does move; A My Shepherd is dead, and I live to proclaim, Thou never fhalt fee thy Amintas again ; Fate has defended him, 4 None, none alive is fo happy a Swain. You Shepherds and Nymphs, that have danc'd Are? to his Lays, Come help me to fing forth Amintas his Praffe No Swain for the Garland durft with him difpute, So fweet were his Notes, while he fang to his Lute: Then come to his Grave,and your Kindness purfue, To weave him a Garland, with Cypress and Yew; 3d For Life hath forfaken him, Death hath o'ertaken him, No Swain again will be ever so true, Then leave me alone to my wretched Estate, loft him too foon, and I loved him too late You Echo's, and Fountains, my Witneffes prove, How deeply I figh for the Lofs of my Love: And now of our Pan, whom we chiefly adore, This Favour I never will ceafe to implore; That now I may go above, And there enjoy my Love, Then, then I never will part with him more, SONG CLXXXVIII. Paftora's, & ASTOR A's Beauties when unblown, E'er yet the tender Bud did cleave, When all the World lay huth'd in Sleep Fate (whom none can controul) did write, A Love that was infus'd by you? SONG CLXXXIX. Hail to the &c. Ail to the Myrtle Shade, H All hail to the Nymphs of the Field : Kings will not here invade, To foften the languishing Mind The Joy of neighbouring Swains 1 Phillis that crowns the Grove, And Phillis that gilds the Plains: To paint, or to patch, or be fine; SONG CXC. Chloris, in native, &d. CH She fpreads her op'ning Sweets to Sight, SONG CXCI.. Ye Purple-blooming, &e. E Whom Love in Wreathes difpofes Why guard ye Γα your Treasures, So mix'd with fweet and four, This, round my moisten'd Treffes, The Ufe of Life expreffes: Wine blunts the Thorn of Sorrow, SadTeiT With Tears the fent him out to roam The Winds grew loud, and he grew paler Come finging o'er the fallow Grounder And hugg'd her bonny Sailor. Faft round the Waift he took his Sally, not And brings a Heart for Sally. Welcome, the cry'd, my conftant Thomas, So much my Thoughts took Tommy's Part, This Thimble didft thou give to Sally, Tom never to Occafion blind, Now took her in the coming Mind, SONG CXCIII. Little Flea, &c. L Thou'ft drunk, till it has almoft burst thee. Thou'rt now too full of Pride, I warrant, To ftir a Step on Strephon's Errand. Yet, prithee, fweet fincere Backbiter, To Chloe go, that falfe Delighter; S. Go hide thy felf within her Bodice, And make her own the is no Goddefs. S. Tell her the Shafts of Cupid's Quiver So from her Eyes have pierc'd my Liver; S. And when the holds thee 'twixt her Fingers, Say thu's your Love-fick Strephon lingers. S. SONG CXCIV. 'Tis thee I love. "T" IS thee I love, I'll conftant prove J You are the Charmer of my Heart; 4 Dearest believe me, I'll ne'er deceive thee, From Chloe bright I ne'er can part. |