Since each has in his bofom nurft A falfe and fawning foe, 'Tis juft and wife, by ftriking first, To 'scape the fatal blow. ТО A MOREТТА. WHEN I held out against your eyes, You took the fureft course; A heart unwary to surprize, However, though I ftrive no more, But, gentle Amoretta, though Think not, when you have caught me fo, Inconftancy or coldness will My foolish heart reclaim : A heart by kindness only gain'd, And, to be kept, muft be maintain'd THE Ο THE VENTURE. H, how I languish! what a strange My fpirits feel fome wondrous change, Now, all ye wifer thoughts, away, In vain your tale ye tell Of patient hopes, and dull delay, Suppofe one week's delay would give Her foul perhaps is too fublime, When honour does the foldier call Advanc'd the happy hero lives; The noble rashness heaven forgives, INCONSTANCY EXCUSED. I1 O N G. Muft confefs, I am untrue To Gloriana's eyes; But he that's smil'd upon by you, In winter, fires of little worth But when the fun breaks kindly forth, Then blame me not for flighting now O, do but this one change allow, Fixt by your never-failing charms, Till languishing within your arms, OH, H, conceal that charming creature Every motion, every feature Does fome ravish'd heart furprize; But But oh, I fighing, fighing, fee Yet, if I could humbly fhow her, The gods fome pleasure, pleasure take, Since your hand alone was given To a wretch not worth your care; Come, and raise me from defpair; D E SPAI R. ALL hopeless of relief, Incapable of reft, In vain I ftrive to vent a grief This rage within my veins No reafon can remove; Of all the mind's most cruel pains, The tharpeft, fure, is love. D Yet Yet while I languish so, And on thee vainly call ; Take heed, fair caufe of all my woe, What fate may thee befall. Ungrateful, cruel faults Suit not thy gentle fex; Hereafter, how will guilty thoughts When welcome Death fhall bring My foul enlarg'd, and once on wing, When in thy lonely bed My ghost its moan fhall make, Struck with that confcious blow, Pale as my fhadow thou wilt grow, Too late remorfe will then Untimely pity fhow To him, who of all mortal men Yet, with this broken heart, Tormented with the thoufandth part Of what I feel for thee. |