A DIALOGUE fung on the Stage between an elderly Shepherd, and a very young Nymph. SHEP. B RIGHT and blooming as the Spring, All our fwains thy praises fing, NY M. Praises in fo high a strain, SHEP. I should have despair'd among But your eyes have made me young, NYM. Idle boys admire us blindly, Are inconftant, wild, and bold; SHEP. With thy pleasing voice and fashion, With thy humour and thy youth, Chear my foul, and crown my passion: Oh! reward my love and truth. 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. EACH A PART FIRST, AND THEN BOTH TOGETHER. SHEP. Happy we shall lie poffeffing, So the dearest joys of loving, Which scarce Heav'n can go beyond, You more fair, and I more fond. you more fond. On one who died discovering her Kindness. OME vex their fouls with jealous pain, Love's various flaves we daily fee; Yet happy all, compar'd with me. Of all mankind, I lov❜d the best And therefore they who could not bear All other fate I could have born, 'Tis but to fhew how much I grieve, On LUCINDA'S Death. COME YOME all ye doleful, dismal cares, Who now have loft -but oh! how much? No language, nothing can express, That praifes would but make her lefs. To a Lady retiring into a Monastery. WHAT breaft can HAT breaft but yours can hold the double fire Love would shine forth, were not your zeal fo bright, Heav'n fees our passions with indulgence still, Are far beneath us: fortune's felf may take But think, O think, before you prove unkind, |