PALINODE.

How engaging, how endearing,

Is a Lover's pain and care!
And what joy the nymph's appearing,
After abfence or defpair!

Women wife increase defiring,

By contriving kind delays ;

And advancing, or retiring,

All they mean is more to please.

A B S E N CAE.

ALAS! what pains, what racking thoughts he proves,

Who lives remov'd from her he deareft loves!
In cruel abfence doom'd paft joys to mourn,
And think on hours that will no more return!
Oh let me ne'er the pangs of abfence try,
Save me from abfence, Love, or let me die.

F

ALSE though fhe be to me and Love,
I'll ne'er purfue Revenge;

For ftill the Charmer I approve,

Though I deplore her change... In hours of blifs we oft have met,

They could not always last; And though the prefent I regret,

I'm grateful for the past.

SONG IN DIALOGUE,

FOR TWO WOMEN.

I

I.

Love, and am belov'd again,

Strephon no more shall sigh in vain ; I've try'd his faith, and found him true, And all my coyness bid adieu.

2.

I love, and am belov'd again,

Yet ftill my Thyrfis fhall complain;
I'm fure he's mine, while I refufe him,
But when I yield, I fear to lofe him.

1. Men will grow faint with tedious fafting: 2. And both will tire with often tafting, When they find the blifs not lafting.

1. Love is compleat in kind poffeffing. 2. Ah no! ah no! that ends the bleffing.

CHORUS OF BOTH.

Then let us beware how far we consent,
Too foon when we yield, too late we repent;
'Tis ignorance makes men admire :

And granting defire

We feed not the fire,

But make it more quickly expire.

SONG.

TELL

ELL me no more I am deceiv'd; That Chloe's falfe and common: I always knew (at least believ'd)

She was a very woman;

As fuch, I lik'd, as fuch, carefs'd,
She ftill was conftant when poffefs'd,
She could do more for no man.

But, oh! her thoughts on others ran,
And, that, you think a hard thing;
Perhaps, the fancy'd you the man,
And what care I one farthing?
You think the 's falfe, I'm fure the 's kind;
I take her body, you her mind,
Who has the better bargain?

THE

GRA

PETITION.

RANT me, gentle Love, faid I,
One dear bleffing ere I die;
Long I've borne excess of pain,
Let me now fome blifs obtain.
Thus to almighty Love I cry'd,
When angry thus the god reply'd,

Bleffings greater none can have, Art thou not Amynta's flave?

Ceafe fond mortal, to implore,

For Love, ev'n Love himself 's no more.

CR

S

RUEL Amynta, can you fee
A heart thus torn, which you betray'd!
Love of himself ne'er vanquish'd me, you
But through your eyes the conqueft made.

II.

In ambush their the traitor lay,
Where I was led by faithleis miles:
No wretches are fo loft as they,

Whom much fecurity beguiles.

SEE, fee, the wakes, Sabina wakes!

And now the fun begins to rise;

Lefs glorious is the morn that breaks

From his bright beams, than her fair eyes.

II.

With light united, day they give,

But different fates ere night fulfil: How many by his warmth will live!

How many will her coldness kill!

Occafioned

Occafioned by a LADY's having writ VERSES in Commendation of a POEM which was written in

Praise of another LADY.

HARD is the talk, and bold the adventurous flight, Of him, who dares in praife of beauty write; a

For when to that high theme our thoughts afcend,
'Tis to detract, too poorly to commend.

And he, who, praifing beauty, does no wrong,
May boaft to be successful in his fong:
But when the fair themfelves approve his lays,
And one excepts, and one vouchfafes to praise,l
His wide ambition knows no farther bound,
Nor can his Mufe with brighter fame be crown'd.

Written after the Deceafe of Mrs. AR A BELLA HUNT, under her Picture drawn playing on a Lute.

WER

ERE there on earth another voice like thine,
Another hand fo bleft with fkill divine!
The late afflicted world fome hopes might have,
And Harmony retrieve thee from the grave.

SONG.