'Tis true they fondly fet their Hearts On things of no Delight; To pass all Day for Men of Parts, But CELIA never breaks their Reft; Such Servants fhe difdains; And fo the Fops are dully bleft, The R The DREAM. EADY to throw me at the Feet Of that fair Nymph whom I adore, Impatient thofe Delights to meet, Which I enjoy'd the Night before; By her wonted fcornful Brow, Soon the fond Miftake I find IXION mourn'd his Error fo, When JUNO's Form the Cloud refign’d. Sleep, to make its Charms more priz'd Than waking Joys, which moft prevail, Had cunningly itself difguis'd In a Shape that could not fail. There my CELIA'S fnowy Arms, Expofing new and unknown Charms, To my tranfported Soul appear. Then 1 Then you fo much Kindness show, And indulgent Dreams bestow What your Cruelty denies. Blush not that your Image, Love 'Tis hard, methinks, to disapprove Wonder not a fancy'd Bliss Can fuch Griefs as mine remove; That Honour as fantastick is, Which makes you flight fuch constant Love. The Virtue which you value fo, Is but a Fancy frail and vain; Nothing is folid here below, Except my Love, and your Difdain. To One who accufed him of being too fenfual in his Love. T HINK not, my Fair, 'tis Sin or Shame, To blefs the Man who fo adores; Nor give fo hard, unjuft a Name, To all thofe Favours he implores. Beauty is Heav'ns most bounteous Gift efteem'd, Yet wifh not vainly for a Love From all the Force of Nature clear; That is referv'd for those above, And 'tis a Fault to claim it here. For fenfual Joys ye fcorn that we should love ye;; But Love without 'em is as much above ye. VOL. I. D The L The WARNING. OVERS, who waste your Thoughts and Youth In Paffion's fond Extremes; Who dream of Women's Love and Truth, And doat upon your Dreams: I fhould not here your Fancy take Were you not fure at last to wake, Then learn betimes, the Love which crowns Our Cares, is all but Wiles; Compos'd of falfe fantastick Frowns, And soft diffembling Smiles ; |