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Love's a dream of mighty treasure,
Which in fancy we possess ; In the folly lies the pleasure,
Wisdom always makes it less.
When we think, by passion heated,
We a Goddess have in chase, Like Ixion we are cheated,
And a gaudy cloud embrace.
Happy only is the lover
Whom his mistress well deceives ; Seeking nothing to discover,
lle contented lives at ease;
While the wretch who would be knowing
What the fair one would disguise, Labours for his own undoing,
Changnig happy to be wise.
CHLOE's the wonder of her sex,
"Tis well her heart is tender ; How might such killing eyes perplexg
With virtue to defend her!
But Nature, graciously inclined
With liberal hand to please us,
A boundless bent to ease us.
And in dull absence pass'd the day,
66 With chat and play
Night and day,
Good cheer and mirth renewing;
Was no fop so rude, boldly to intrude,
And like a saucy lover would
" A thing, you know,
Call's a beau,
Near her was always ready ;
Tell me with what air he approach'd the fair,
And how she could with patience bear
Kiss'd and press'd,
Sung, prattled, laugh'd and flatter'd; Well received in all, like pretty pretty Poll."
Did he go away at the close of day,
Or did he ever use to stay
When 't was night,
Spoil'd my sight;
But I believe his lodging Was within her call, like pretty pretty Poll.” *
Wuy will Delia thus retire,
While the sighing crowds admire,
This lively and singular piece was probably popular at the time of writing the “ Beggar's Opera," which has a song to the same measure, It certainly merits preservation.
All these dismal looks and fretting Cannot Damon's life restore;
Long ago the worms have eat him, You can never see him more.
Once again consult your toilet, In the glass your face review;
So much weeping sure will spoil it, And no spring your charms renew.
I, like you, was born a woman, Well I know what vapours mean ;
The disease, alas! is common; Single, we have all the spleen.
All the morals that they teach us Never cured a sorrow yet:
Choose among the pretty fellows One of humour, youth and wit.
Prythee hear him every morning At the least an hour or two;
Once again at night returning, I believe the dose will do.
LADY M. W. MONTAGE,
CLEAR that cruel doubting brow!
alone I love !
66 O leave the God to soft repose,”
The smiling maid replies; “ For Jove but laughs at lovers' oaths,
And lovers' perjuries."
By honour'd Beauty's gentle pow'r;
By Friendship's holy flame! 6 Ah! what is beauty but a flow'r,
And Friendship but a name ?"
By those dear tempting lips ! I cried
With arch ambiguous look Convinced my Chloe glanced aside,
And bid me 6 Kiss the book."