Each a Part first, and then both together.

Happy we fhall lie poffeffing,

Folded in each other's Arms,
Love and Nature's chiefeft Bleffing
In the ftill increasing Charms.

So the dearest Joys of Loving,
Which scarce Heaven can go beyond,

We'll be ev'ry day improving,

Shep.

You more fair, and Imore fond.

Nym.

I more fair, and you more fond.

On

On one who died difcovering her Kindness.

OME vex their Souls with jealous Pain,

While others figh for cold Disdain:

Love's various Slaves we daily fee;

Yet happy all, compar'd with me.

Of all Mankind, I lov'd the best
A Nymph fo far above the rest,
That we outshin'd the Bleft above,
In Beauty fhe, and I in Love.

And therefore they who could not bear

To be outdone by Mortals here,

Among themselves have plac'd her now,

And left me wretched here below.

'All other Fate I could have born,

And ev'n endur'd her very Scorn;

But oh! thus all at once to find

That dread Account! both Dead, and Kind!

What Heart can hold? If yet I live,

Tis but to fhew how much I grievę.

On

On LUCINDA's Death,

OME all ye doleful, difmal Cares,

Co

That ever haunted guilty Mind!

The Pangs of Love when it despairs,

And all those Stings the Jealous find: Alas, heart-breaking tho' ye be,

Yet welcome, welcome all to me!

Who now have loft-but oh! how much?
No Language, nothing can express,

Except my Grief; for fhe was fuch,

That Praises would but make her lefs.

Yet who can ever dare to raise

His Voice on her, unless to praise?

Free

Free from her Sex's smallest Faults,
And fair as Womankind can be ;
Tender and warm as Lover's Thoughts,
Yet cold to all the World but me.
Of all this nothing now remains,
But only Sighs and endless Pains!

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