IV. The glafs, which was at Venus' fhrine, Which fhew'd how youth and beauty fade: Ten thousand trifles light as these Nor can my rage,. nor anger,.move:: When in my glass I chanc'd to look ; That every grace, which thence I took, Should know to charm my Damon more. Reading thy verfe; who heeds, faid I, Whose heart to me is always true! My bloom indeed, my little flower Yet car'd I not what might prefage Or withering wreath, or fleeting youth; Love I efteem'd more strong than Age, And Time lefs permanent than Truth. X. Why then I weep, forbear to know: I ever yet conceal'd from thee. XI. The fecret wound with which I bleed Answer to CLOE JEALOUS, in the fame Stile; the AUTHOR fick. I.' ES, faireft proof of Beauty's power, YES, Dear idol of my panting heart, Nature points this my fatal hour : And I have liv'd; and we must part. Heave thou no figh, nor fhed a tear; Left yet my On earth an object worth its care. III. From Jealoufy's tormenting ftrife Content I haften to the dead. IV. Yet IV. Yet when fome better-fated youth Shall with his amorous parly move thee, A DEA pretty face ! EAR Cloc, how blubber'd is that Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: Pr'ythee quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff says) Let us ev'n talk a little like folks of this world. II. How canft thou prefume, thou haft leave to deftroy The beauties, which Venus but lent to thy keeping? Those looks were defign'd to infpire love and joy : More ordinary eyes may ferve people for weeping. III. To be vext at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once, and my paffion, you wrong: You take that for fact, which will scarce be found wit: Od's-life! muft one fwear to the truth of a fong? IV. What I fpeak, my fair Cloe, and what I write, fhews I court others in verfe; but I love thee in profe: VOL. I. K V. The V. The God of us verse-men (you know, child) the Sun, If at morning o'er earth 'tis his fancy to run; So when I am weary'd with wandering all day; VII. Then finish, dear Cloe, this paftoral war; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree : For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet fublimer than me. 1 PALLAS AND AN EPIGRAM. VENUS. THE great difpute, HE Trojan Swain had judg'd the When Venus, loofe in all her naked charms, : creft! The 3 The warrior goddess with disdain reply'd : drefs: And more than once (or thou art much bely'd) By Mars himself that arinour has been try'd. To a young GENTLEMAN in Love. A TALE. FROM public noife and factious strife, Take me, my Celia, to thy breast; And lull my.t |