WHEN ORPHEUS went down to the regions below, He tuned up his lyre, as old histories show, All hell was astonish'd a person so wise To find out a punishment due for his fault But pity succeeding soon vanquish'd his heart, VAIN are the charms of white and red, Which paint the blooming fair; LISLE. Give me the nymph whose snow is spread Of smoother cheeks the winning grace With open force defies; But in the wrinkles of her face 'Cupid in ambush lies. If naked eyes set hearts on blaze, Nor rivals, nor the train of years, And dead, she crowns my joy. PULTENEY, E. of Bath. CHLOE brisk and gay appears, Yet, when I press her, she, in tears, Denies her sole delight : While While CELIA, seeming shy and coy, I would, but fear I never shall, OH! turn away those cruel eyes, Η The stars of my undoing; Or death in such a bright disguise Punish their blindly impious pride, Who dare contemn thy glory; It was my fall that deified Thy name, and seal'd thy story. Yet no new sufferings can prepare A higher praise to crown thee; · Tho' my first death proclaim thee fair, My second will dethrone thee. Lovers will doubt thou canst entice And, if thou burn one victim twice, THE merchant to secure his treasure My softest verse, my darling lyre When CHLOE noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, Fair CHLOE blush'd; EUPHELIA frown'd; Remark'd how ill we all dissembled. PRIOR. CELIA, hoard thy charms no more, To increase his heaps of money, Lab'ring bees his pattern makes, a ste Yet he fears to taste his honey; Views with aching eyes his store, Tho' the wretch wants power to use it. CELIA thus with endless arts Spends her days, her charms improving, Lab'ring still to conquer hearts, Yet ne'er tastes the sweets of loving; Views with pride her shape and face, Age brings wrinkles on apace, While she starves with all her plenty. Soon |