This Guard might all her Fears difperfe,
Did the with Savages Converfe.

Then my Celia wou'd furprize

With what's produc'd by her own Eyes;
Those matchlefs Flames which they inspire
In her own Breaft, fhou'd raise a fire:
For Love, but with more fubtil Art,
As well as Beauty charms the Heart.

To a Lady, asking him how long be would Love ber.

By the fame Author.

T is not, Celia, in our power

I'

It

our

To fay how long our Love will laft,

may

be we within this Hour

May lose those Joys we now do taste:
The Bleffed, that immortal be,
From Change in Love are only free.

Then, fince we Mortal Lovers are,

Ask not how long our Love will last;

But while it does, let us take care Each Minute be with Pleasure paft; Were it not madness to deny

To live, because w'are fure to Die.

ΤΟ

то

Mr. G. Granville,

ON HIS

VERSES

TO THE

KING.

A

By Mr. Edmund Waller.

N Early Plant, which fuch a Bloffom bears,

And shows a Genius fo beyond his Years;
A Judgment which could make so fair a Choice,
So high a Subject to employ his Voice,

Still as it grows, How fweetly will he fing,
The growing Greatness of our Matchless King

ΤΟ

Mr. WALLER.

WHen

By Mr. G. Granville.

'Hen into Lybia, the Young Grecian
came,

To Talk with Hammon, and Confult for Fame;
When from the Sacred Tripod where he stood,
The Priest infpir'd, Saluted him, a god;
Scarce fuch a Joy, that haughty Victor knew,
When own'd by Heaven, as I thus Sung by

you.

Whoe'er their Names, can in thy Numbers

show,

Have more than Empire, and Immortal grow:

Ages

Ages to come, shall scorn the Pow'rs of Old, When in thy Verse of Greater gods they're told.

Our Beauteous Queen, and Martial Monarch's

Name,

For Jove and Juno, shall be plac'd by Fame; Thy Charles, for Neptune, fhall the Seas Com

mand,

And Sachariffa fhall for Venus ftand:

Greece fhall no longer Boaft, nor Haughty Rome, But think from Britain, all the gods did come.