The trucft Joys they seldom prove,
Who free from Quarrels live;

'Tis the most tender part of Love,

Each other to forgive.

When

When leaft I feem'd concern'd, I took

No Pleasure, nor no Reft;

And when I feign'd an Angry Look,

Alas, I lov'd you best.

Own but the fame to me, you'll find

How bleft will be our Fate

Oh, to be happy, to be kind,

Sure never is too late.

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ROM all uneafy Paffions free,

Revenge, Ambition, Jealoufy,

Contented I had been too bleft,

If Love and you had let me reft.
Yet that dull Life I now defpife;

Safe from your Eyes,

I fear'd no Griefs, but then I found no Joys.

Amidft a thoufand kind Defires,

Which Beauty moves, and Love infpires;
Such Pangs I feel of tender Fear,

No Heart fo foft as mine can bear.

Yet I'll defy the worst of Harms,

Such are your Charms,

'Tis worth a Life to die within your Arms.

To

To a Coquet Beauty.

ROM Wars and Plagues come no fuch Harms,

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As from a Nymph fo full of Charms ;

So much Sweetness in her Face,

In her Motions fuch a Grace,

In her kind inviting Eyes

Such a foft Enchantment lies;

That we please our selves too soon,

And are with empty Hopes undone.
After all her Softness, we

Are but Slaves, while fhe is free;

Free, alas, from all Defire,

Except to fet the World on fire.

Thou, fair Diffembler, doft but thus

Deceive thy felf, as well as us.

Like a restless Monarch, thou

Would'ft rather force Mankind to bow,

'And venture round the World to roam,
Than govern peaceably at Home.

But truft me, CELIA, truft me when
APOLLO'S self inspires my Pen;

One Hour of Love's Delights outweighs
Whole Years of universal Praise ;
And one Adorer kindly us'd,

Gives truer Joys than Crouds refus❜d.

For what does Youth and Beauty serve?
Why more than all your Sex deferve?
Why fuch foft alluring Arts

To charm our Eyes, and melt our Hearts?
By our Lofs you nothing gain,

Unless you love, you please in vain.

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