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THE RECOVERY.

SIGHING and languishing I lay,
A ftranger grown to all delight,

Paffing with tedious thoughts the day,
And with unquiet dreams the night.

For your dear fake, my only care
Was how my fatal love to hide;
For ever drooping with despair,
Neglecting all the world befide:

Till, like some angel from above,
Cornelia came to my relief;
And then I found the joys of love
Can make amends for all the grief.

Those pleafing hopes I now pursue
Might fail if you could prove unjuft;
But promises from heaven and you,
Who is fo impious to mistrust?

Here all my doubts and troubles end,
One tender word my soul assures ;
Nor am I vain, fince I depend
Not on my own defert, but yours.

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THE

THE CONVERT.

EJECTED, as true converts die,

DE

But yet with fervent thoughts inflam'd,

So, faireft! at your feet I lie,

Of all my fex's faults asham'd.

Too long, alas! have I abus'd
Love's innocent and facred flame,
And that divineft power have us'd
To laugh at, as an idle name.

But fince fo freely I confefs

A crime which may your fcorn produce, Allow me now to make it lefs

By any just and fair excuse:

I then did vulgar joys pursue,
Variety was all my blifs;
But ignorant of love and you,

How could I chufe but do amifs?

If ever now my wandering eyes
Seek out amufements as before;

If e'er I look, but to defpife

Such charms, and value yours the more

May fad remorse, and guilty fhame,
Revenge your wrongs on faithless me;
And, what I tremble even to name,
May I lofe all in lofing thee!

THE

THE PICTURE.

TH

IN IMITATION OF ANACREON.

HOU flatterer of all the fair,
Come with all your skill and care;

Draw me fuch a fhape and face,
As your flattery would difgrace.
With not that she would appear,
'Tis well for you she is not here:
Scarce can you with safety see
All her charms defcrib'd by me :
I, alas! the danger know,
I, alas! have felt the blow;
Mourn, as lost, my former days,
That never fung of Celia's praise ;
And thofe few that are behind
I fhall bleft or wretched find,
Only just as she is kind.

With her tempting eyes begin,
Eyes that would draw angels in
To a fecond fweeter fin.

Oh, thofe wanton rolling eyes!
At each glance a lover dies:

Make them bright, yet make them willing,
Let them look both kind and killing.

Next, draw her forehead; then her nose,

And lips juft opening, that difclofe

Teeth

Teeth fo bright, and breath so sweet,
So much beauty, fo much wit,
To our very foul they strike,
All our fenfes pleas'd alike.

But fo pure a white and red,
Never, never, can be faid:
What are words in fuch a cafe;
What is paint to such a face ?
How fhould either art avail us?
Fancy here itself muft fail us.

In her looks, and in her mien,
Such a graceful air is feen,
That if you, with all your art,
Can but reach the smallest part;

Next to her, the matchlefs fhe,
We fhall wonder moft at thee.

Then her neck, and breafts, and hair,
but my charming fair

And her

Does in a thoufand things excel,
Which I must not, dare not tell.
How go on then? Oh! I fee
A lovely Venus drawn by thee;
Oh how fair fhe does appear!
Touch it only here and there.
Make her yet feem more divine,
Your Venus then may look like mine,
Whose bright form if once you saw,
You by her would Venus draw.

On

On Don ALONZO's being killed in Portugal, upon Account of the INFANTA, in the Year 1683.

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N fuch a caufe no Mufe fhould fail

To bear a mournful part;

'Tis just and noble to bewail

The fate of fall'n defert.

In vain ambitious hopes defign'd
To make his foul afpire,
If love and beauty had not join'd,
To raife a brighter fire.

Amidst fo many dangerous foes
How weak the wifeft prove!
Reafon itself would fcarce oppose,
And feems agreed with love.

If from the glorious height he falls,
He greatly daring dies;

Or mounting where bright beauty calls,
An empire is the prize.

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SURPRIZ E.

SAFELY perhaps dull crowds admire;

But I, alas! am all on fire.

Like him who thought in childhood past That dire difeafe which kill'd at last,

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