SABINA. Love, I thy power defy; no second flame Shall ever raze my dear Fidelio's name. Fannia without a tear might lose her lord, Who ne'er enjoy'd his presence but at board. And why should sorrow sit on Lesbia's face? Are there such comforts in a sot's embrace? No friend, no lover, is to Lesbia dead; For Lesbia long had known a separate bed. Gush forth, ye tears; waste, waste, ye sighs, my breast! My days, my nights, were by Fidelio blest! LUCY. You cannot sure forget how oft you said, His teazing fondness jealousy betray'd! When at the play the neighbouring box he took, You thought you read suspicion in his look. When cards and counters flew around the board, Have you not wish'd the absence of your lord? His company was then a poor pretence, To check the freedoms of a wife's expense. SABINA. But why should I Myrtillo's passion blame, Since love's a fierce, involuntary flame? LUCY. Could he the sallies of his heart withstand, Why should he not to Chloe give his hand? For Chloe's handsome; yet he slights her flame; Last night she fainted at Sabina's name. Why, Daphne, dost thou blame Sabina's charms? Sabina keeps no lover from thy arms. At crimp Myrtillo play'd, in kind regards Doris threw love, unmindful of the cards; Doris was touch'd with spleen; her fan she rent, Flew from the table, and to tears gave vent. Why, Doris, dost thou carse Sabina's eyes? To her Myrtillo is a vulgar prize. SABINA. Yet say, I lov'd; how loud would censure rail! Or fix a friendship with my maiden-aunt; THE ESPOUSAL, A SOBER ECLOGUE, BETWEEN TWO OF THE PEOPLE CALLED QUAKERS. CALEB. TABITHA. BENEATH the shadow of a beaver hat, Meek Caleb at a silent meeting sat; His eye-balls oft forgot the holy trance, While Tabitha demure retura'd the glance. The meeting ended, Caleb silence broke, And Tabitha ber inward yearnings spoke CALEB. Beloved, see how all things follow love; Lamb fondleth lamb, and dove disports with dove; Yet fondled lambs their innocence secure, And none can call the turtle's bill impure Ah, Tabitha, to hear these words of thine, My pulse beats high, as if inflam'd with wine? When to the brethren first with fervent zeal The spirit mov'd the yearnings to reveal, How did I joy thy trembling lip to see Red as the cherry from the Kentish tree! When ecstasy had warm'd thy look so meek, Gardens of roses blushed on thy cheek! With what sweet transport didst thou roll thine How did thy words provoke the brethren's sighs i Words that with holy sighs might others move, But, Tabitha, my signs were sighs of love. TABITHA. [eyes? Is Tabitha beyond her wishes blest? Does no proud worldly dame divide thy breast? Then hear me, Caleb, witness what I speak, CALEB. When I prove false, and Tabitha forsake, Teachers shall dance a jig at country-wake; Brethren unbeaver'd then shall bow their head, And with prophaue mince-pies our babes be fed. TABITHA. If that Josiah were with passion fir'd, Warm as the zeal of youth when first inspir'd; In steady love though he might persevere, Unchanging as the decent garb we wear, And thou wert fickle as the wind that blows, Light as the feather on the head of beaux; Yet I for thee would all thy sex resign: Sisters, take all the rest-be Caleb mine. CALEB. Though I had all that sinful love affords, The Spring now calls us forth; come, sister, come, . TABITHA. Espousals are but forms. O lead me hence, For secret love can never give offence. Then hand in hand the loving mates withdraw: True love is nature unrestrain'd by law. This tenet all the holy sect allows; So Tabitha took earnest of a spouse. ELEGIES. PANTHEA. LONG had Panthea felt Love's secret smart, He saw, Beneath a beech th' abandon'd virgin laid, "Pale settled sorrow hangs upon my brow, Dead are my charms; Alexis breaks his vow! Think, think, dear shepherd, on the days you knew, When I was happy, when my swain was true; Think how thy looks and tongue are form'd to move; And think yet more-that all my fault was love. And unawares thy tender soul reveal. Thy bosom ne'er a tender thought confest, "Ah, what is love! Panthea's joys are gone, "Come, gentle Sleep, relieve these weary'd eyes, "Why does the Sun dart forth its cheerful rays? Why do the woods resound with warbling lays? Why does the rose her grateful fragrance yield, And yellow cowslips paint the smiling fiel1? Why do the streams with murmuring music flow, And why do groves their friendly shade bestow? Let sable clouds the cheerful Sun deface, Let mournful s lence seize the feather'd race; No more, yé roses, grateful fragrance yield, Droop, droop, ye cowslips, in the blast d field; No more, ye streams, with murmuring music flow, And let not groves a friendly shade bestow: With sympathizing grief lot Nature mourn, And never know the youthful Spring's return. And shall I never more Alexis see? "Oh! lead me to some melancholy cave, ARAMINTA. AN ELEGY. Now Phoebus rose, and with his early beams Wak'd slumbering Delia from her pleasing dreams; Her wishes by her fan y were supply'd, And in her sleep the nuptial knot was ty'd. With secret joy she saw the morning ray Chequer the floor, and through the curtains play; The happy morn that shall her bliss complete, And all her rivals' envious hopes defeat. In haste she rose, forgetful of her prayers, Flew to the glass, and practis'd o'er her airs: Her new-set jewels round her robe are plac'd, Some in a brilliant buckle bind her waist, Som round her neck a circling light display, Some in her hair diffus a trembling ray; The silver knot o'erlooks the Mechlin lace, And adds becoming beauties to her face; Brocaded flowers o'er the gay mantua shine, And the rich stays her taper shape confine; Thus all her dress exerts a graceful pride, And sporting Loves surround th' expecting bride; For Daphnis now attends the blushing maid, Before the priest the solemn vows are paid; This day, which ends at once all Delia's cares, Shall swell a thousand eyes with secret tears. "Cease, Araminta, 'tis in vain to grieve, Canst thou from Hymen's bon is the youth retrieve? Disdain his perjuries, and no longer mourn: Recall my love, and find a sure return." But still the wretched maid no comfort knows, And with resentment cherishes her woes; Alone she pines, and, in these mournful strains, Of Daphnis' vows, and her own fate, complains: "Was it for this I sparkled at the play, And loiter'd in the ring whole hours away? When if thy chariot in the circle shone, Our mutual passion by our looks was known: Through the gay crowd my watchful glances flew, Where'er I pass, thy grateful eyes pursue. "Ah, faithless youth! too well you saw my pain; For eyes the language of the soul explain. "Think, Daphnis, think, that scarce five days are fled, [you said; Since ( false tongue!) those treacherous things How did you praise my shape and graceful air! And woman thinks all compliments sincere. Didst thou not then in rapture speak thy flame, And in soft sighs breathe Araminta's name? Didst thou not then with oaths thy passion prove, And, with an awful trembling, say—' I love?' "Ah, faithless youth! too well you saw my pain For eyes the language of the soul explain. "How could'st thou thus, ungrateful youth, deceive? How could I thus, unguarded maid, believe? 66 Ah, faithless youth! too well you saw my pain; For eyes the language of the soul explain. "Whene'er I dress'd, my maid, who knew my flame, Cherish'd my passion with thy lovely name; [o'er, "O might I by my cruel fate be thrown In some retreat, far from this hateful town! Vain dress and glaring equipage, adieu! Let happier nymphs those empty shows pursue. Me let some melancholy shade surround, Where not the print of human step is found. In the gay dance my feet no more shall move, But bear me faintly through the lonely grove. No more these hands shall o'er the spinnet bound, And from the sleeping strings call forth the sound: Music, adieu! farewell, Italian airs! The croaking raven now shall soothe my cares. On some old ruin, lost in thought, I rest, And think how Araminta once was blest; There o'er and o'er thy letters I peruse, And all my grief in one kind sentence lose: Some tender line by chance my woe beguiles, And on my cheek a short-liv'd pleasure smiles. Why is this dawn of joy? Flow, tears, again! Vain are these oaths, and all these vows are vain; Daphnis, alas! the Gordian knot has ty'd; Nor force nor cunning can the band divide. "Ah, faithless youth! since eyes the soul explain, Why knew I not that artful tongue could feign?” AN ELEGY ON A LAP-DOG. SHOCK's fate I mourn! poor Shock is now no more! Ye Muses, mourn! ye chambermaids, deplore! Unhappy Shock! yet more unhappy fair, Her streaming eyes, wrung hands, and flowing hair; Cease, Cælia, cease; restrain thy flowing tears, He's dead. Oh, lay him gently in the ground! SONGS AND BALLADS, SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK- ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, The streamers waving in the wind, When Black'ey'd Susan came board. "Oh! where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among the crew," William, who high upon the yard Rock'd with the billow to and fro, The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, The noblest captain in the British fleet "O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be "Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, "If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, The sails their swelling bosom spread; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. A BALLAD, All on a rock reclin'd. That trembled o'er the brook. "Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days. Ah! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breast? Should you some coast be laid on, But none that loves you so. "How can they say that Nature That lurk beneath the deep, All melancholy lying, Thus wail'd she for her dear; THE LADY'S LAMENTATION. A BALLAD. PHYLLIDA, that lov'd to dream Sigh'd on velvet pillow. What, alas! should fill her head, "Love in cities never dwells, Which sweet woodbine covers. What are your assemblies then? There, 'tis true, we see more men ; But much fewer lovers. "Oh, how chang'd the prospect grows! Flocks and herds to fops and beaux, Coxcombs without number! And whole nights at ombre. "Pleasant as it is, to hear Scandal tickling in our ear, Ev'n of our own mothers; "Though the favourite toast I reign; Wine, they say, that prompts the vain, Heightens defamation. Must I live 'twixt spite and fear, And lose my reputation?" Thus the fair to sighs gave way, Nymph, ah! cease thy sorrow. DAMON AND CUPID. A SONG. THE Sun was now withdrawn, Her silver mantle spread ; And saunter'd in the grove. "Will ne'er a nymph be kind, And give me love for love? "Oh! those were golden hours, When Love, devoid of cares, In all Arcadia's bowers Lodg'd swains and nymphs by pairs; But now from wood and plain Flies every sprightly lass; No joys for me remain, In shades, or on the grass." The winged boy draws near; And thus the swain reproves : "While Beauty revel'd here, My game lay in the groves; "Why ring the woods with warbling throats? Ye larks, ye linnets, cease your strains; I faintly hear in your sweet notes My Chloe's voice that wakes my pains: Yet why should you your song forbear? Your mates delight your song to hear; But Chloe mine disdains." As thus he melancholy stood, Dejected as the lonely dove, Sweet sounds broke gently through the wood. "I feel the sound; my heart-strings move. 'Twas not the nightingale that sung; No. 'Tis my Chloe's sweeter tongue. Hark, hark, what says my love?" "How foolish is the nymph," (she cries) "Who trifles with her lovers's pain! Nature still speaks in woman's eyes, Our artful lips were made to feign. And hasty from his hold withdrew. ""Tis true, thy tuneful reed I blam'd, That lip should other pleasures seek: Much more to hear thee speak. Love by such trifles first comes on. |