The VENTURE.

H, how I languish! What a strange
Unruly fierce Defire!

My Spirits feel fome wondrous Change,

My Heart is all on fire.

Now, all ye wifer Thoughts, away,

In vain your Tale ye tell

Of patient Hopes and dull Delay,
Love's foppifh Part, farewel.

Suppose one Week's Delay would give

All that my Wishes move;

Oh, who fo long a time can live,

Stretch'd on the Rack of Love?

Her

Her Soul perhaps is too fublime,

To like fuch flavish Fear;

Difcretion, Prudence, all is Crime,
If once condemn'd by her.

When Honour does the Soldier call

To fome unequal Fight,

Refolv'd to conquer or to fall,

Before his Gen'ral's Sight;

Advanc'd the happy Hero lives ;

Or if ill Fate denies,

The noble Rashness Heav'n forgives,
And gloriously he dies.

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Inconftancy Excufed.

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Muft confefs I am untrue

TO GLORIANA's Eyes;

But he that's fmil'd upon by you,
Muft all the World defpife.

In Winter, Fires of little Worth

Excite our dull Defire;

But when the Sun breaks kindly forth,

Those fainter Flames expire.

Then

Then blame me not for flighting now

What I did once adore;

O, do but this one Change allow,

And I can change no more:

Fixt by your never-failing Charms,
Till I with Age decay,
Till languishing within your Arms,
I figh my Soul away,

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H conceal that charming Creature

From my wondring, wifhing Eyes!

Every Motion, every Feature

Does fome ravish'd Heart furprize;

But oh, I fighing, fighing, fee
The happy Swain! fhe ne'er can be

Falfe to him, or kind to me.

Yet, if I could humbly show her,
Ah! how wretched I remain ;

'Tis not, fure, a thing below her,

Still to pity so much Pain ;

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