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DUTCHESS of R
HOU lovely Nave to a rude husband's will,
By Nature us'd so well, by him so ill ! For all that grief we see your mind endure, Your glass presents you with a pleasing cure. Those maids you envy for their happier state, To have your form, would gladly have your fate; And of like slavery each wife complains, Without such beauty's help to bear her chains. Husbands like him we ev'ry-where may see; But where can we behold a wife like thee?
While to a tyrant you by fate are ty'd, By love you tyrannize o'er all beside: Those eyes, tho' weeping, can no pity move; Worthy our grief! more worthy of our love! You, while so fair (do fortune what she please) Can be no more in pain, than we at ease : Unless, unsatisfied with all our vows, Your vain ambition so unbounded grows, That you repine a husband should escape Th’united force of such a face and shape. If so, alas! for all those charming pow'rs, Your case is just as desperate as ours.
Expect that birds should only sing to you,
A LETTER from SÉ A.
AIR EST, if time and absence can incline
RAVE fops my envy now beget,
Who did my pity move; They, by the right of wanting wit,
Are free from cares of love.
Turks honour fools, because they are
By that defect secure From slavery and toils of
war, Which all the rest endure.
So I, who suffer cold neglect
And wounds from CeziA's eyes, Begin extremely to respect
These fools that seem so wise.
'Tis true, they fondly set their hearts
On things of no delight;
They pass alone the night :
But Celia never breaks their rest;
Such fervants she disdains; And so the fops are dully blest,
While I endure her chains.
The DRE A M.
EAD Y to throw me at the feet
Of that fair nymph whom I adore, Impatient those delights to meet, Which I enjoy'd the night before ;
By her wonted scornful brow,
Soon the fond mistake I find; Ixion mourn’d his error so,
When Juno's form the cloud resign'd.
Sleep, to make its charms more priz'd
Than waking joys, which most prevail, Had cunningly it self disguis’d
In a shape that could not fail.
Celia's snowy arms, Breasts, and other parts more dear, Exposing new and unknown charms,
To my transported soul appear.
so much kindness show, My despair deluded flies; And indulgent dreams bestow
What your cruelty denies,