The happy Swain! The ne'er can be Yet, if I could humbly fhow her, The Gods fome pleasure, pleasure take, ΙΟ Since your hand alone was giv'n To a wretch not worth your care, 15 A DESPAI R. LI hopeless of relief, Incapable of rest, In vain I ftrive to vent a grief¿ That's not to be expreft. This rage within my veins No reafon can remove; Of all the mind's most cruel pains, Yet Yet while I languish fo', And on thee vainly call;" Take heed, fair caufe of all my woe, What fate may thee befall. ΤΟ Ungrateful, cruel faults Suit not thy gentle fex; Hereafter, how will guilty thoughts 15 Thy tender confcience vex!: When welcome death fhall bring My foul enlarg'd; and once on wing, When in thy lonely bed My ghoft its moan fhall make Struck with that conscious blow, 20 25 Pale as my fhadow thou wilt grow, And cold as is thy heart. Too late remorfe will then Untimely pity fhow, To him, who of all mortal men 30 Did moft thy value know. B 4 Yet Yet, with this broken heart, A I wish thou never be ov Tormented with the thoufand part Of what I feel for thee. 4 G > 0 0 0 0 0 0 On apprehenfion of lofing what In imitation of Ovid. Ure I of all men am the firft Sur That ever was by kindness curft, What pleafing thoughts poffeft my mind 31 IQ 15 20 Charms Charms of fuch a wondrous kind, 25 30 35 Live in thy arms, or not at all. 45 Com The Reconcilement. SONG. Ome, let us now refolve at last The trueft joys they feldom prove, Who free from quarrels live; When leaft 1 feem'd concern'd, I took And when I feign'd an angry look, Alas, I lov'd you best, Own but the fame to me, you'll find Oh, to be happy, to be kind, FRO SON G. Rom all uneafy paffions free, Safe from your eyes, I fear'd no griefs, but then I found no joys. Amidft a thoufand kind defires, Which beauty moves, and love inspires; Such pangs I feel of tender fear, IC No heart fo foft as mine can bear. Such are your charms, Tis worth a life to die within your arms. To |