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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.

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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.

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TO LEONORA.

ENCORE.
I.

BASE, Leonora, cease to mourn,
Thy faithful Strephon will return.
Fate at thy sighs will ne'er relent,
Then grieve not, what we can't
prevent;
Nor let predestinating tears
Increase my pains, or raise thy fears.

II.
'Tis but the last long winter night,
Our Sun will rise to-morrow bright;
And to our suff ring passion bring
The promise of eternal spring, 10

Which thy kind eyes shall ever cheer,
And make that season all our year.

ON A PRETTY MADWOMAN.

i.
?HILE mad Ophelia we lament,
And her distraction mourn,
Our grief's misplac'd, our tears
misspent,
Since what for her condition's meant
More justly fits our own.
TOL. I. T

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II.
For if 'tis happiness to be,

From all the turns of fate,
From dubious joy, and sorrow free;
Ophelia then is blest, and we . ,

Misunderstand her state. 10

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The fates may do whate'er they will,
They can't disturb her mind, Insensible of good, or ill, Ophelia is Ophelia still,
Be fortune cross or kind.

IV.

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

ABSENCE.

1.
HAT a tedious day is past!

Loving, thinking, wishing, weep-
ing;
Gods! if this be not the last,
Take a life not worth my keeping.

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II.
Love, ye gods, is life alone!

In the length is little pleasure:
Be but ev'ry day our own,
We shall ne'er complain of measure.

THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT TO PHYLLIS. i.
HE circling months begin this day,
To run their yearly ring,
And long-breath'd time which ne'er
will stay,
Refits his wings, and shoots away,
It round again to bring.

ii.
Who feels the force of female eyes, And thinks some nymph divine,
Now brings his annual sacrifice,
Some pretty boy, or neat device,

To offer at her shrine.

m.
But I can pay no offering,

To show how I adore,
Since I had but a heart to bring,
A downright foolish, faithful thing, And that you had before.

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