To fo much Softness so much Senfe,

Reason itself made no Defence.

What pleafing Thoughts poffefs'd my Mind
When little Favours fhew'd you kind :
And tho' when Coldnefs oft prevail'd,

My Heart would fink, and Spirits fail'd,
Yet willingly the Yoke I bore,
And all your Chains as Bracelets wore :
At your lov'd Feet all Day would lie,
Defiring, without knowing why;

For, not yet bleft within your Arms,

Who could have thought of half your Charms ?

Charms of fuch a wondrous kind,
Words we cannot, must not find,
A Body worthy of your Mind:
Fancy could ne'er fo high reflect,
Nor Love itself fuch Joys expect.
After fuch Embraces past,

Whose Memory will ever laft,

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To be in Hell's fufficient Curfe,

But to fall from Heav'n is worse.
I liv'd in Grief e'er this I knew,
But then I dwelt in Darkness too.
Of Gains, alas, I could not boast,
But little thought how much I loft.
Now Heart-devouring Eagerness,
And sharp Impatience to poffefs;
Now reftlefs Cares, confuming Fires,
Anxious Thoughts, and fierce Defires,
Tear my Heart to that degree,
For ever fix'd on only Thee,

Then all my Comfort is, I fhall

Live in thy Arms, or not at all.

VOL. I.

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The

The trueft Joys they seldom prove,
Who free from Quarrels live;

Tis the moft tender part of Love,

Each other to forgive.

When

When leaft I feem'd concern'd, I took

No Pleasure, nor no Reft;

And when I feign'd an Angry Look,

Alas, I lov'd you best.

Own but the fame to me, you'll find
How bleft will be our Fate;

Oh, to be happy, to be kind,

Sure never is too late.

SONG.

ROM all uneafy Paffions free,

FR

Revenge, Ambition, Jealousy,

Contented I had been too bleft,
If Love and you had let me reft.
Yet that dull Life I now despise;

Safe from your Eyes,

I fear'd no Griefs, but then I found no Joys.

Amidst a thousand kind Defires,

Which Beauty moves, and Love inspires;
Such Pangs I feel of tender Fear,

No Heart fo foft as mine can bear.

Yet I'll defy the worst of Harms,

Such are your Charms,

'Tis worth a Life to die within your Arms.

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