Amidst so many dang❜rous Foes How weak the wisest prove! Reason itself would scarce oppose, If from the glorious Height he falls, He greatly daring dies; Or mounting where bright Beauty calls, VOL. 1. F The The SURPRIZE. Afely perhaps dull Crowds admire; Safely But I, alas, am all on fire. Like him who thought in Childhood past I durft have fworn I lov'd before, Then reap'd at length the mighty Gains, But what was all fuch Grief or Joy, Amusement, Amusement, Humour, Affectation, Compar'd with this fublimer Passion, Whose Raptures, bright as those above, Outshine the Flames of Zeal, or Love. Yet think not, Fairest, what I fing, Can from a Love Platonick spring; Am almost dying with Defire, With eager Wishes, ardent Thoughts, Prone to commit Love's wildeft Faults! And (as we are on Sundays told The lufty Patriarch did of old) Would force a Bleffing from those Charms, And grafp an Angel in my Arms. A Dialogue fung on the Stage between an elderly Shepherd, and a very young Nymph. Shep. BRight and blooming as the Spring, Univerfal Love inspiring! All our Swains thy Praises fing, Nym. Praises in fo high a Strain, And by fuch a Shepherd fung, Are enough to make me vain, Shep. Shep. Ifhould have despair'd among Rivals that appear fo gayly: But your Eyes have made me young, Nym. Idle Boys admire us blindly, Are inconftant, wild, and bold; Is a Proof you are not old. Shep. With thy pleasing Voice and Fashion, Chear my Soul, and crown my Paffion, Nym. With thy careful Arts to cover That which Fools will count a Fault, Trueft Friend as well as Lover, Oh! deserve so kind a Thought. |