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And other due solemnity,
Was offer'd up to love and me.
Hereafter suffer no abnse,
Since consecrated to our use, 50
As thon art sacred, don't profane
Thy self with any vulgar stain,
But to thy pride be still display'd,
The print her lovely limbs have miide:
See, in a moment, all is chang'd,
The flowers shrunk up, the trees disrang'd,
And that which wore so sweet a face,
Become a horrid, desert place.
Nature her influence withdraws,
Th' effect must follow still the cause, 60
And where Dorinda will reside,
Nature must there all gay provide.
Decking that happy spot of earth.
Like Eden's garden at its birth,
To please her matchless, darling maid,
The wonder of her forming-trade;
Excelling all who e'er excell'd,
And as we ne'er the like beheld,
So neither is, nor e'er can be,
Her parallel, or second she. 70 TO LEONORA.
t F absence so much racks my charmer's heart, Believe that Strephon's bears a double smart, So well he loves, and knows thy love so fine, That in his own distress he suffers thine: Yet, 0 forgive him, if his thoughts displease, He would not, cannot wish thee more at ease.
What need you bid me think of pleasures past?Was there one joy, whose image does not last? But that one; most ecstatic, most refin'd, Reigns fresh, and will for ever in my mind, 10 With such a power of charms it storm'd my soul, That nothing ever can its strength controul, Not sleep, not age, not absence can avail, Reflection, ever young, must still prevail. What influence-divine did guide that hour, Which gave to minutes the Almighty power, To fix (whilst other joys are not a span) A pleasure lasting as the life of man.
BASE, Leonora, cease to mourn,
Which thy kind eyes shall ever cheer,
ON A PRETTY MADWOMAN.
From all the turns of fate,
Misunderstand her state. 10
The fates may do whate'er they will,
Then make with reason no more noise,
Since what should give relief, The quiet of our mind destroys, Or with a full spring-tide of joys,
Or a dead-ebb of grief. 20
Loving, thinking, wishing, weep-
In the length is little pleasure:
THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT TO PHYLLIS. i.
To offer at her shrine.
To show how I adore,