To One who accused him of being too fenfual in his Love.

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HINK not, my Fair, 'tis Sin or Shame,

To bless the Man who so adores ;

Nor give fo hard, .unjuft a Name,

To all those Favours he implores.

Beauty is Heav'ns most bounteous Gift esteem'd,
Because by Love Mén are from Vice redeem'd.

Yet wish 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.

VOL. I.

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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 fhould not here your Fancy take
From fuch a pleafing State,

Were you not fure at laft to wake,
And find your Fault too late.

Then learn betimes, the Love which crowns

Our Cares, is all but Wiles;

Compos'd of falfe fantaftick Frowns,

And foft diffembling Smiles;

With Anger, which sometimes they feign,

They cruel Tyrants prove;

And then turn Flatterers again,

With as affected Love.

As if fome Injury were meant
To those they kindly us❜d,

Those Lovers are the most content,
That have been still refus'd.

Since each has in his Bofom nurst
A false, and fawning Foe;
Tis juft, and wife, by ftriking first,
To'scape the fatal Blow.

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TO AMORETTA.

HEN I held out against your Eyes,

You took the furcft Course

A Heart unwary to furprize,

You ne'er could take by force.

However, tho' I strive no more,

The Fort will now be priz'd; Which, if furrender'd up before, Perhaps had been defpis'd.

But gentle AMORETTA, tho'

I cannot Love refiit,

Think not, when you have caught me so,

To ufe me as you lift.

Inconftancy, or Coldness will

My foolish Heart reclaim,

Then I come off with Honour still,.
But you, alas! with Shame.

A Heart by Kindness only gain'd,
Will a dear Conqueft prove;

And, to be kept, must be maintain'd
At vaft Expence of Love.