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Then you so much kindness show,
My despair deluded fies; And indulgent dreams bestow
What your cruelty denies. Blush not that your image Love
Naked to my fancy brought ; 'Tis hard, methinks, to disapprove The joys I feel without your
fault. Wonder not a fancy'd bliss
Can fuch griefs as mine remove ; That honour as fantastic is,
Which makes you flight such constant love. The virtue which you value fo,
Is but a fancy frail and vain; Nothing is folid here below,
Except my love and your disdain.
To One who accused him of being too fenfual in
THINK not, my fair, 'tis sin or shame,
To bless the man who fo adores;
To all those favours he implores.
Yet wish not vainly for a love
From all the force of nature clear:
And 'tis a fault to claim it here.
Τ Η Ε
W A R N I N G.
In passion's fond extremes,
And doat upon your dreams :
I should not here your fancy take
From such a pleasing state,
And find your fault too late.
Our cares is all but wiles,
which sometimes they feign, They cruel tyrants prove; And then turn flatterers again,
With as affected love.
As if some injury was meant
To those they kindly us’d, Those lovers are the most content
That have been fill resus'd.
Since Since each has in his bosom nurst
A false and fawning foe, 'Tis just and wise, by striking first,
To 'scape the fatal blow.
Τ Ο Α Μ Ο R Ε Τ Τ Α.
HEN I held out against your eyes,
You took the furest course; A heart unwary to surprize,
You ne'er could take by force. However, though I strive no more,
The fort will now be priz'd, Which, if surrender’d up before,
Perhaps had been defpis’d.
I cannot love resist,
To use me as you list.
My foolish heart reclaim :
But you, alas! with shame.
Will a dear conquest prove ;
At vast expence of love.
V E N T U RE.
Unruly fierce desire !
My heart is all on fire.
tale ye tell Of patient hopes, and dull delay,
Love's foppish part;, farewell.
All that my wishes move;
Stretch'd on the rack of love ?
To like fuch slavish fear; Discretion, prudence, all is crime,
If once condemn’d by her. When honour does the foldier call
To some unequal fight, Resolv'd to conquer, or to fall,
Before his general's sight ;
Or if ill Fate denies,
And gloriously he dies.
I Muft confess, I am untrue
To Gloriana's eyes ;
Must all the world despise.
Excite our dull defire ;
Those fainter flames expire.
What I did once adore ;
And I can change no more :
Till I with age decay,
I sigh my soul away.
From my wondering, wishing eyes !
Does fome ravish'd heart surprize;