'Tis true, fome other Nymph may gain That Heart which merits your Disdain, But fecond Love has ftill allay, The Joys grow aged, and decay. Then blame me not for lofing more Than Love and Beauty can restore: THE THE DIVIDEDHEART. A By the fame Author.... H! Celia, that I were but fure, Thy Love, like mine,cou'd ftill endure; That Time and Absence, which destroy The Cares of Lovers, and their Joy, Which you have giv'n me of your Heart; Others unenvy'd might poffefs Whole Hearts, and boast that Happiness. 'Twas Nobler Fortune to divide The Roman Empire in her Pride, Than on fome low and barb'rous Throne, Love only from thy Heart exacts The feveral Debts thy Face contra&s, Secures thy Empire and his fway; But shou'd he other Hearts thus fhare, That in the whole fo worthlefs are, Shou'd into feveral Squadrons draw That ftrength, which kept entire cou'd awe, ΤΟ To Mr. J. N. on his Tranflations out of W French and Italian. By the fame Author. Hile others Toil, our Country to fupply With what we need only for Luxury, Spices, and Silk, in the rich Eaft provide, To glut our Avarice, and feed our Pride. You Foreign Learning profperously tranfmit, To raise our Virtue, and provoke our Wit. Such brave Designs your Gen'rous Soul inflame To be a bold Adventurer for Fame; How much oblig'd are Italy and France, While with your Voice their Musick you advance? Your growing Fame with Envy can oppose, Who fing with no lefs Art than they Compofe; In In these Attempts, so few have had fucccess, As if you meant these Injuries to Atone, You give them Charms more Conqu’ring than their own. Not like the dull laborious Flatterer, With fecret Art thofe Graces you confer. A |