Forbear your Addreffes, and court us no more;
For we will perform what the Deity fwore:
But if you dare think of deferving our Charms,
Away with your Sheephooks, and take to your Arms:
Then Laurels and Myrtles your Brows fhall adorn,
When Pan, and his Son, and fair Syrinx, return.
AIR, fweet and young, receive a Prize
Referv'd for your victorious Eyes:
From Crouds, whom at your Feet you fee,
O pity, and diftinguish me;
As I from thousand Beauties more
Distinguish you, and only you adore.
Your Face for Conqueft was defign'd,
Your ev'ry Motion charms my Mind;
Angels, when you your Silence break,
Forget their Hymns, to hear you speak;
But when at once they hear and view,
Are loth to mount, and long to stay with you.
No Graces can your Form improve,
But all are loft, unless you love;
While that sweet Paffion you disdain,
Your Veil and Beauty are in vain :
In Pity then prevent my Fate,
For after dying all Reprieve's too late."
Igh State and Honours to others impart,
But give me your Heart :
That Treasure, that Treasure alone,
I beg for my own.
So gentle a Love, fo fervent a Fire,
My Soul does infpire;
That Treasure, that Treasure alone,
I beg for my own.
Your Love let me crave;
Give me in Poffeffing
So matchless a Bleffing;
That Empire is all I wou'd have.
Love's my Petition,
All my Ambition ;
If e'er you discover
So faithful a Lover,
So real a Flame,
I'll die, I'll die,
So give up my Game.
RONDELAY.
Hloe found Amyntas lying,
All in Tears, upon the Plain;
Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain!
Kifs me, Dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and ease my Pain!
II.
Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain!
Ever fcorning and denying
To reward your faithful Swain :
Kifs me, Dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and ease my Pain !
Ever fcorning, and denying
To reward your faithful Swain.
Chloe, laughing at his crying,
Told him, that he lov'd in vain :
Kifs me, Dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and ease my Pain!
IV.
Chloe, laughing at his crying,
Told him, that he lov'd in vain :
But repenting, and complying,
When he kiss'd, fhe kiss'd again:
Kifs'd him up before his dying;
Kifs'd him up, and eas'd his Pain.
O tell Amynta, gentle Swain,
I wou'd not die, nor dare complain :
Thy tuneful Voice with Numbers join,
Thy Words will more prevail than mine.
To Souls opprefs'd, and dumb with Grief,
The Gods órdain this kind Relief;
That Mufick fhould in Sounds convey,
What dying Lovers dare not fay.
A Sigh or Tear, perhaps, she'll give,
But Love on Pity cannot live,
Tell her that Hearts for Hearts were made,
And Love with Love is only paid.
Tell her my Pains fo faft increase,
That foon they will be paft Redress;
But ah! the Wretch, that fpeechless lies,
Attends but Death to close his Eyes.
A SONG, to a Fair Young Lady going out of the Town in the Spring.
SK not the Caufe, why fallen Spring
So long delays her Flow'rs to bear;
Why warbling Birds forget to fing,
And Winter Storms invert the Year
Chloris is gone, and Fate provides
To make it Spring, where the refides.
.II.
Chloris is gone, the Cruel Fair;
She caft not back a pitying Eye:
But left her Lover in Despair,
To figh, to languish, and to die :
Ah, how can thofe fair Eyes endure
To give the Wounds they will not cure!
Great God of Love, why haft thou made
A Face that can all Hearts command,
That all Religions can invade,
And change the Laws of ev'ry Land?
Where thou hadft plac'd fuch Power before,
Thou should't have made her Mercy more.
IV.
When Chloristo the Temple comes,
Adoring Crowds before her fall;
She can restore the Dead from Tombs,
And every Life but mine recall.
I only am by Love defign'd
To be the Victim for Mankind.
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