LOVE'S SLAVERY. GR RAVE fops my envy now beget, They, by the right of wanting wit, Turks honour fools, because they are From flavery and toils of war, Which all the rest endure. So I, who fuffer cold neglect And wounds from CELIA's eyes, Begin extremely to refpect These fools that feem fo wife. 'Tis true, they fondly fet their hearts On things of no delight; But CELIA never breaks their reft; While I endure her chains. The DR E A M. EADY to throw me at the feet Of that fair nymph whom I adore,. Impatient thofe delights to meet, Which I enjoy'd the night before; By her wonted fcornful brow, When JUNO's form the cloud refign'd, Sleep, to make its charms more priz'd Than waking joys, which most prevail, Had cunningly itself disguis'd In a fhape that could not fail. There my CELIA's fnowy arms, Breafts, and other parts more dear, Expofing new and unknown charms, Then you fo much kindness show, Blush not that your image love Wonder not a fancy'd blifs Can fuch griefs as mine remove; That honour as fantastick is, Which makes you slight such constant loye. The virtue which you value fo, Is but a fancy frail and vain ; To one who accused him of being too fenfual in his Love. T HINK not, my fair, 'tis fin or fhame, Nor give fo hard, unjust a name, To all thofe favours he implores. Beauty is Heav'n's moft bounteous gift efteem'd, Because by love men are from vice redeem'd. Yet wish not vainly for a love From all the force of nature clear; That is reserv'd for those above, And 'tis a fault to claim it here. For fenfual joys ye fcorn that we fhould love ye; But love without 'em is as much above ye, L The WARNING. OVERS, who wafte your thoughts and youth Who dream of womens love and truth, And doat upon your dreams : I should not here your fancy take Were you not fure at last to wake, And find Then learn betimes, the love which crowns With anger, which fometimes they feign, As if fome injury were meant Since each has in his bofom nurst |