'Tis true they fondly fet their Hearts On things of no Delight; To pafs all Day for Men of Parts, But CELIA never breaks their Reft; And fo the Fops are dully blest, The R The DREA M. EADY to throw me at the Feet Of that fair Nymph whom I addre, Impatient those Delights to meet, By her wonted fcornful Brow, Soon the fond Miftake I find; IXION mourn'd his Error so, When JUNO's Form the Cloud refign'd. Sleep, to make its Charms more priz'd In a Shape that could not fail. There my CELIA'S fnowy Arms, Breafts, and other Parts more dear, Expofing new and unknown Charms, To my transported Soul appear. Then Then you so much Kindness fhow, Blush not that your Image, Love Wonder not a fancy'd Bliss Can fuch Griefs as mine remove; That Honour as fantastick is, Which makes you flight such 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. HINK not, my Fair, 'tis Sin or Shame, TH To blefs the Man who fo adores ; Nor give fo hard, unjust a Name, To all those 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. 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 should 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 foft diffembling Smiles; |