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But still those glowings which remain
Then let us free each other's soul,
Who would love's liberty control,
Let us no impositions set,
But, as for pleasure first we met,
We both have spent our stock of love,
So consequently should be free; Thyrsis expects you in yon grove;
And pretty Chloris stays for me. 20
to HILLIS, this pious talk give o'er, §); And modestly pretend no more. It is too plain an art: Bossa Surely you take me for a fool, And would by this prove me so dull, As not to know your heart.
In vain you fancy to deceive,
But this is all a sham ;
And with another damn.
Staying. I my vows shall fail; Virtue yields, as love grows stronger;
Fierce desires will sure prevail;
You are fair; and I am frail, And dare trust myself no longer. 10
You, my love, too nicely coy,
Made my vows and oaths destroy
The pleasing hopes I did enjoy
To my vows I have been true, And in silence hid my anguish,
But I cannot promise too
For in thee strange magic lies,
Nothing's proof against those eyes,
Best resolves and strictest ties
But, Dorinda, you're severe,
Since from all I hold most dear,
That you may no longer fear,
No S it, O love, thy want of eyes,
- o Or by the Fates decreed,
- Or for each other bleed ?
If thou wouldst make two youthful hearts
"Twould save thee the expense of darts,
Forbear, alas ! thus to destroy
Thyself, thy growing power;
Ah! wound then, my relentless fair,
That boundless bliss may be my share,
HY, Harry, what ails you? why look Mor so you so sad? &W Wo To think and ne'er drink, will make o you stark mad. 'Tis themistress, the friend, and the bottle, old boy! Which create all the pleasure poor mortals enjoy; But wine of the three is the most cordial brother, For one it relieves, and it strengthens the other.
ūji INCE my words, though ne'er so tender, SNA. With sincerest truth exprest, § Cannot make your heart surrender, Nor so much as warm your breast:
What will move the springs of nature ?
Tell me, thou mysterious creature.
Do not, Charmion, rack your lover
What so plainly all discover,
Fair one, ’tis yourself deceiving,
Atheist-like th' effect perceiving,
SET BY MR. Dr. FESCH.
ORELLA, charming without art,
Oblig'd a thousand several ways,
While passion, which her beauties raise,