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Reading thy verse; Who heeds, said I,
O free for ever be his eye,
My bloom indeed, my little flower
For, sever'd from its native bower,
Yet car'd I not what might presage,
Love I esteem'd more strong than age,
Why then I weep, forbear to know:
0 Damon I 'tis the only woe
The secret wound with which I bleed
But on my tombstone thou shalt read
WOL, IL T
ANSWER TO CLOE JEALOUS.
IN THE SAME STYLE. THE AUTHOR SICK.
% ES, fairest proof of Beauty's power,
Nature points this my fatal hour:
While now I take my last adieu,
Lest yet my half-clos'd eye may view
From Jealousy's tormenting strife
That nothing may disturb thy life,
Yet when some better-fated youth
Reflect one moment on his truth,
How canst thou presume, thou hast leave to destroy The beauties,whichVenus but lent to thy keeping? Those looks were design'd to inspire love and joy: More ord'nary eyes may serve people for weeping.
To be vext at a trifle or two that I writ,
What I speak, my fair Cloe, and what I write, shows
The god of us verse-men (you know, child) the sun,
If at morning o'er earth 'tis his fancy to run;
No matter what beauties I saw in my way;”
Then finish, dear Cloe, this pastoral war;
For thou art a girl as much brighter than her,
PALLAS AND WENUS.
HE Trojan swain had judg'd the great dispute, And beauty's power obtain'd the golden fruit; When Venus, loose in all her naked charms, Met Jove's great daughter clad in shining arms. The wanton goddess view'd the warlike maid From head to foot, and tauntingly she said: Yield, sister; rival, yield: naked, you see, I vanquish: guess how potent I should be, If to the field I came in armour drest; Dreadful, like thine, myshield, and terrible mycrest!
* My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd; And now to Helen it is home return'd,
There to remain.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. iii. S. 2
The warrior goddess with disdain replied: 11 Thy folly, child, is equal to thy pride: Let a brave enemy for once advise, And Venus (if 'tis possible) be wise. Thou to be strong must put off every dress; Thy only armour is thy nakedness: And more than once, (or thou art much belied) By Mars himself that armour has been tried.
TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN IN LOVE.
#so ROM public noise and factious strife,