Still the more I am prefented, Tho' fhe vows fhe has given me all. Can Drufilla give no more? Muft my Hopes to Nothing fall? Yet you can never, never give me all. SONG ECXXXVI. The Fire, &c. HE Fire of Love in youthful Blood, TH Like what is kindled in Brush Wood, But for a Moment burns: Yet in that Moment makes a mighty Noise, Like Fire in Loggs, it glows and warms 'em long And tho' the Flame be not fo great, Yet is the Heat, the Heat as strong, SONG CCXXXVII. Blefs Mortals,&c. B Lefs Mortals, blefs the clearing Light, For never did a Star fo bright In Beauty's Heav'n rife: And whilt a Crown's uneafy Weight, Blefs, blefs the happy Monarch in her Arms. Who lives that does not yield to Love, And oft his Joys renew? And yet how few in Kings approve, What they themselves pursue ? The murm'ring Crowd themselves afford Tho Love is SONG CCXXXVIII. Young Phaon, Y Oung Phaon ftrove the Blifs to tafte, She Arugg'd long, the Youth at laft Ufelefs he lay; Love would not wait At laft, come ruin me, the cry'd, O, that Age could Love's Rites perform,' They court us long, Youth does but storm, SONG CCXXXIX. As fair, &c! A $ Much Love I did profess to her; And the the like to me; And preft her to be kind: She cry'd, Oh, no, But I remember, I hugg'd her till her Breath grew fhort, She fcratch'd and struggl'd modeftly, Í begg'd her Pardon twenty Times, But like a bold prefumptuous Sinner, At laft I did by Dalliance raife, Oh! I'm undone I fear; Oh! kill me, ftick me, ftick me, SONG CCXL. Lavia, &f. L AVIA would, but dare not venture, Chloe fuffers all to enter, Subjects Fame to Inclination: Neither's Method I admire, Either is in Love displeafing Chloe's Fondness gluts Defire, Lavia's Cowardise is teazing. Calia, by a wiser Measure, In one faithful Swain's Embraces Yet for chaft in Publick paffes: SONG CCXLI. Blandufia! &c. BLA LANDUSIA! Nymph of this fair Spring, Appear, while we your Virtues fing; While fwelling Notes do raife your Name, And flowing Numbers fpread your Fame. See! round your Wells we thronging stand, Now gentle wave your facred Wand, And touch the yielding Mountains Brow, And let your healing Waters flow. They cure the thinking Matron's Spleen, Which streams from Hills that touch the Sky: The greatest Dainties here we see ! Which courts the Eye, or Fancy moves. In frequent Twines frange Pleafure yields; T O all young Men that love to wooe, Kifs who you please, Joan, Kate, or Mary, Court not a Country Lady, the Never marry. Knows not how to value thee; Her Daughter fhe's now come to Towns 2 A Necklace made of Whitings Eyes 4 With Lift for Garters 'bove her Knee, Tas I And Breath that smells of Fermity 's not for thee Of Widows Witchcrafts have a Care, your Plow, If any Reft you do require, They then deceive you of your Hire, And retire. The maiden Ladies of the Town Any fhe, If that thy Fancy do defire With greafy painted Faces dreft, With butter'd Hair, and fucus'd Breaft Clap There's nothing got by fuch as these, 2008 But Achs in Shoulders, Pains in Knees For In fine, if thou delight'ft to be To find a rich, young, handfome Wife a d |