With Anger, which sometimes they feign,

They cruel Tyrants prove;

And then turn Flatterers again,

With as affected Love.

As if fome Injury were meant
To those they kindly us'd,

Those Lovers are the most content,
That have been still refus'd.

Since each has in his Bofom nurst
A falfe, and fawning Foe;
Tis juft, and wife, by striking first,
To'scape the fatal Blow.

Think not, when you have caught me fa,

To use me as you lift.

Inconftancy, or Coldness will

My foolish Heart reclaim,

Then I come off with Honour still,
But you, alas! with Shame.

A Heart by Kindness only gain'd,
Will a dear Conqueft prove;

And, to be kept, must be maintain'd
At vaft Expence of Love.

The VENTURE.

H, how I languish! What a strange
Unruly fierce Defire!

My Spirits feel fome wondrous Change,

My Heart is all on fire.

Now, all ye wifer Thoughts, away,
In vain your Tale ye tell

Of patient Hopes and dull Delay,
Love's foppish Part, farewel.

Suppose one Week's Delay would give

All that my Wishes move;

Oh, who fo long a time can live,

Stretch'd on the Rack of Love?

Her

Her Soul perhaps is too fublime,

To like fuch flavifh Fear;

Difcretion, Prudence, all is Crime,
If once condemn'd by her.

When Honour does the Soldier call

To fome unequal Fight,

Refolv'd to conquer or to fall,

Before his Gen'ral's Sight;

Advanc'd the happy Hero lives ;

Or if ill Fate denies,

The noble Rashness Heav'n forgives,
And gloriously he dies.