And think not that the flame is lefs,

For 'tis upon this score,

Wert not a love beyond express,
My dear, it might be more.

W

HEN Cloe was by Damon seen,

What heart cou'd be unmov'd?
She look'd fo like the Cyprian queen,
He gaz'd, admir'd, and lov'd.

He lov'd, alas! but lov'd in vain,
And, full of grief and care,
He knew h: never cou'd obtain
The lovely charming fair.

Cloe deferv'd a better swain;
He not fo fair a bride:

Yet ftill he hugg'd the fatal chain,
He lov'd, defpair'd, and dy'd.

Take pity then, thou lovely maid,
For Cloe's cafe is thine;

I dare not ask, so much I dread-
Muft Damon's fate be mine?

How

ow happy am I,

H The fair fex can defy,

And can e'ery day fay, my heart is my own;

For I never faw yet

That beauty or wit

But I lov'd if I pleas'd, or cou'd let it alone.

I thought that my flame
Wou'd ftill prove the fame

For beautiful Celia, while Celia was true;
But love was fo blind,

When Celia was kind,

I chang'd her for Mopfa; for Mopfa was new.

ORINDA's fparkling wit and eyes,

D Uniting, caft too fierce a light,

Which blazes high, but quickly dies,
Pains not the heart, but hurts the fight.

Love is a calmer gentle joy,

Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace;

Her Cupid is a black-guard-boy,
That runs his link full in your face.

How long muft I endure

Pains which only you cou'd make,
And you alone can cure?

If you to heaven can't raise

Let it at once expire;

my

foul,

Or, with pitying look, controul
The raging of its fire.

We all a common fate obtain,

Which from death's stroke is given;

But he endures eternal pain,

Who takes his blow from heaven.

LOVE, thou never absent thought! Thou only purpose of the mind! All are to thy fubjection brought,

Yet, not one rebel canft thou find :

Thou god! who dealft out every human lot!
Whose power decrees who's happy, and who not,

Reign ftill, thus mighty as thou art!

I wish not liberty restor❜d:

For the bright idol of my heart

Was born to rule, and be ador'd!

But oh! the paffion which you raise protect!
Nor let fuch truth be blafted by neglect.

N 3

He.

She. Tho' 'tis eafy to please ye,
And hard to deny;

Tho' poffeffing's a bleffing
For which I cou'd die,

I dare not, I cannot comply.

He. When I languish with anguish,
And tenderly figh,

Can you leave me, deceive me,
And scornfully fly?

Ah! fear not; you must not deny.

She. I dare not, I cannot comply.
He. Ah! fear not; you must not deny.

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