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Sylvia is much more difficult to gain;

But, once poffefs'd, will well reward the Pain.
We wish them Flavia's all, when firft we burn;
But, once poffefs'd, wifh they would Sylvia's turn.
And, by the diff'rent Charms in each expreft,
One we fhou'd fooneft love, the other best.

The DESPAIRING LOVER. Iftracted with Care,

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Since nothing cou'd move her,
Poor Damon, her Lover,
Refolves in Despair

No longer to languish,
Nor bear fo much Anguish;

But, mad with his Love,
To a Precipice goes;

Where, a Leap from above

Wou'd foon finish his Woes.

When in Rage he came there,
Beholding how steep

The Sides did appear,

And the Bottom how deep;
His Torments projecting,

And fadly reflecting,

That a Lover forfaken

A new Love may get;

But a Neck, when once broken,

Can never be fet:

And, that he cou'd die

Whenever he wou'd;

But, that he cou'd live
But as long as he cou'd:
How grievous foever

The Torment might grow,

He fcorn'd to endeavour
To finish it fo.

But Bold, Unconcern'd

At thoughts of the Pain,
He calmly return'd

To his Cottage again.

Upon the TRAGEDY of the FAIR PENITENT.

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EE here the various Scenes of Human Lives; Uncommon Husbands true, but common Wives. One, Charming, Faithlefs, Haughty when reprov'd, Lov'd by her Husband, her Gallant she lov'd; One, an Indulgent, Faithful, Constant Bride, Fond of her Spouse, neglects the World befide. That Husband, tho' with Friends and Fortune bleft, Finds a Domestick 111 that racks his Breaft: While this, tho' Fortune frown, tho' Friends defert, Finds one to lull his Cares, and charm his Heart. Wou'd Women rather, from the Throng retir'd, Be lov'd by one, than be by Crowds admir'd: Wou'd Men, before their Hearts were quite refign'd, Forget the Faces, and infpect the Mind: Such Objects, shou'd they fainter Charms poffefs, Wou'd please 'em longer, tho' they pleas'd'em less. For Beauty's Blaze, tho' fierce, is quickly paft; While Love, good Senfe, and Virtue, always last.

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ON G.

Cupid: Inftruct an am'rous Swain,

Some Way to tell the Nymph his Pain,
To common Youths unknown:
To talk of Sighs, of Flames, of Darts;
Of bleeding Wounds, and burning Hearts;
Are Methods vulgar grown.

What need'st thou tell? (the God reply'd)
That Love the Shepherd cannot hide
The Nymph will quickly find:
When Phabus does his Beams difplay,
To tell Men gravely that 'tis Day,
Is to fuppofe 'em blind.

SON G.

S the Snow in Vallies lying,

A platus his warm Beams applying,

Soon diffolves and runs away; So the Beauties, fo the Graces, Of the nioft bewitching Faces, At approaching Age decay.

As a Tyrant, when degraded,
Is defpis'd, and is upbraided,

By the Slaves he once control'd;
So the Nymph, if none cou'd move her,
Is contemn'd by ev'ry Lover,

When her Charms are growing old.

Melancholick Looks, and Whining,
Grieving, Quarelling, and Pining,

Are th' Effects your Rigours move;
Soft Careffes, am'rous Glances,
Melting Sighs, tranfporting Trances,
Are the blefs'd Effects of Love.

Fair ones! while your Beauty's blooming,
Ufe your Time, left Age refuming

What your Youth profufely lends;
You are robb'd of all your Glories,
And condemn'd to tell old Stories,
To your unbelieving Friends.

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To a LADY, fent her with Mr. GRANVILL's Play, call'd H ROICK LOVE.

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HE noble Granvill here has nicely shown
Heroick Love, a Copy of his own;

No Flight of Fancy, but his Heart Indites

These moving Scenes, and what he feels, he writes.
With Love like his, tho' in unequal Lays,
Too charming Maid, I offer at thy Praife.
Look on Chryfeis, the each Feature drew
In Nature's Pride, and fure the fate for you.
Obferve her fad Farewel, the best can give
The dire Account, what 'tis to Part and Live.
You've all her Charms, her Beauty, and her Youth,
But want, I fear, her Kindness, and her Truth.
Well had it been for Priam and his Race,
Had Fate fet me in Agamemnon's place,
And you Chryfeis: Glory fhou'd have ftrove
But faintly then against the force of Love.
Deaf to Renown, and fcorning to be Great,
I'd left the Camp for fome obfcure Retreat.
There gazing on those lovely Eyes, prefer
One Smile of yours to all the Pomp of War;
And, ev'ry Mark of Royalty laid down,

Had languifl'd at your Feet, and fav'd the Town.

EPITAPH, on a Young Gentleman who dy'd for Love of a Married Lady.

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By the fame Hand.

ERE lyes a Youth, who fell a Sacrifice
In his first Bloom, to Fair Aurelia's Eyes,

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Whom shall we blame? Her Duty was her Guard,
And his Injuftice was its own Reward.

(if he's unjust, whofe Reason cannot prove
Of force enough against Imperious Love)
Th'afpiring Youth, who fcorn'd to stoop so low,
To take what Pity only cou'd bestow;

Still wifh'd for more, 'till in the fatal Strife
He funk beneath the Virtue of a Wife;
Refign'd his Blood to quench his guilty Flame.
But Crimes of Love deserve a gentle Name:
And I muft neither praise him, nor condemn,
For I wou'd die to be bewail'd like him:
Since the, whose Piety deny'd to fave,
Now pours her fruitless Tears upon his Grave.

TASSO'S JERUSALEM. Book the Fourth.

English'd by Mrs. ELIZ. SINGER.

UT while to bring about their great Intent,

The potent Enemy of Human-kind,
Revolv'd their happy Progress in his Mind.
His baleful Eyes with hellifh Envy glare,
Half fif'd Murmurs fhow his inward Care,
And hollow Groans betray his deep Defpair:

With such a heavy, hoarfe, and bellowing Sound,
Wild Bulls, when ftung with Grief, they trace the
Ground,

Fill all the Groves, and all the Vallies round.
Collecting all the Rage within his Breast,
For Means the active Chriftians to moleft.
Fool! to believe with any Force or Skill,
T'oppose the Methods of th' Eternal Will;
And those avenging Thunders to awake,

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That plung'd him headlong down the flaming Lake,

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