L By the fame Author. OVE ftill has fomething of the Sea, From whence his Mother rose; No time his Slaves from doubt can free, They are becalm'd in clearest Days, And in rough Weather roft; They wither under cold Delays, Or are in Tempests lost. One while they seem to touch the Port, Then ftraight into the Main, Some angry Wind, in cruel sport, Their Veffel drives again, A At At first, Difdain and Pride they fear, Rivals and Falfhood foon appear By fuch degrees to Joy they come, And are so long withstood, So flowly they receive the Sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis Cruel to prolong a Pain; And to defer a Blifs; Believe me, gentle Hermoine No lefs Inhumane is. An Hundred Thousand Oaths your Fears Perhaps would not remove; And if I gaz'd a Thousand Years, *Tis 'Tis fitter much for you to guess, Than for me to explain; But grant, O grant that Happiness Which only does remain. DIALOGUE DIALO BETWEEN AMINTAS and CELIA. By the fame Author. Celia. A Mintas, I am come alone, According as I faid; But whither is thy Honour flown? I fear I am betray'd; Thy Look are chang'd, and in the place Of Innocent Defires, Methinks I fee thy Eyes and Face Burn with unufual Fires. Amintas. Amintas. Sees not my Celia Nature wear One Countenance in the Spring, And yet another Shape prepare, To bring the Harvest in? Look on the Eagle, how unlike He to the Egg is found, When he prepares his Pownce to ftrike His Prey against the grouud. Fears might my Infant Love become; 'Twere want of kindness now, Should Modesty my Hope benum, Or check what you allow. Celia. Amintas, hold, What could you worfe To worst of Women do? Ah! How could you a Paffion nurse So much my Honour's Foe? Amintas. |