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His dart dipt in Wine, Love wounds beyond

Curing,

And the Liquor, like Oyl, makes the Flame

more enduring.

III.

By Cordials of Wine, Love is kept from expiring,

And our Mirth is enliven'd by Love and defiring.

Relieving each other, the Pleasure is lafting, And we never are cloy'd, yet are ever a tafting.

IV.

Then Phillis begin, let our Raptures abound' And a Kifs and a Glass be still going round. Our Joys are Immortal, while thus we remove, From Love to the Bottle, from the Bottle to

Love.

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By the fame Author.

O Smooth, and fo Serene but now,

What means this Change on Myra's Brow?

Her Aguish Love now glows and burns, Then chills, and shakes, and the Cold Fit returns

Mockt with deluding Vows and Smiles,
When on her Pity I depend,

My airy hope she foon beguiles,
And Laughs to fee my Labours never end.

So up the Steepy Hill with pain,
The weighty Stone is rowl'd in vain ;
Which having toucht the top, recoils,

And leaves the Labourer * to renew his Toils.

Sifiplus.

VERSES

VERSES

Sent from an Unknown Hand, To

G. GRANVILLE,

In the Country.

'HY, Granville, is thy Life confin'd, To Shades, Thou whom the gods

defign'd

lick, to do credit to Mankind?

leeps the Noble Ardour of thy Blood, from thy Ancestors, fo many Ages paft, Rollo, down to Bevil Flow'd,

en appear'd again at laft,

ee, when thy Victorious Lance

he Difputed Prize, from all the Youth of

France.

In

In the first Tryals, which are made

Fame,

Those to whom Fate Success denies,
If taking Counsel from their Shame,
They modeftly Retreat, they're Wife:
But, why should you, who ftill fucceed
In all you do, whether with Graceful Art
lead

The fiery Barb, or with as Graceful Mo tread

At fhining Balls, where all agree,

To give the highest Praife, and the first Plac

Thee.

So Lov'd and Prais'd, whom all Admire, Why, why should you from Courts, or Ca retire?

If Celia is unkind, (if it can be,

That any Nymph can be unkind to Thee.)

If Penfive made by Love, you thus retire, Awake your Mufe, and ftring your Lyre; Thy tender Song, and thy Melodious Strain Can never be addrest in vain:

She needs will Love, and we shall have Thee back again.

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