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At dead of night, when care
Forfakes each tortur'd breast,
I, only, thro' despair,

Am barr'd from gentle rest.
When morning beams difpel
The gloomy fhades of night,
Redoubled is my hell,
While others reap delight.

At noon, when day's enthron'd,
My forrows grow intense;
Nor is my cafe bemoan'd

When filent hours commence.

Then haften, friendly death,.

And cafe me of my woe

Who wou'd not yield his breath,
When love's declar'd his foe?

I GENTLY

GENTLY touch'd her hand, fhe gave.

LA look, that did

A look, that did my foul enflave;.

I preft her rebel-lips, in vain,
They rose up to be prest again.
Thus happy, I no further meant,
Than to be pleas'd, and innocent.

On her foft breasts my hand I laid,
And a quick light impreffion made;
They with a kindly warmth did glow,
And fwell'd, and feem'd to over-flow..
Yet, trust me, I no further meant,
Than to be pleas'd, and innocent.

On her eyes my eyes did stay,

O'er her smooth limbs my hands did stray; ;
Each fenfe was ravish'd with delight,
And my foul stood prepar'd for flight;
Blame me not, if, at laft, I meant,
More to be pleas'd, than innocent..

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RINCES that rule, and empire sway,

P How tranfitory is their state!

Sorrows their glories do allay,

And richest crowns have greatest weight.

The mighty monarch treafon fears,
Ambitious thoughts within him rave;

His life's all difcontent and cares,
And he at beft is but a flave.

Vainly we think with fond delight
To ease the burden of our cares;

Each grief a second does invite,

And forrows are each other's heirs.

I'

☛ you fue to Venalia to grant you the bleffing,

Like Jove, in gold court her, or vain's your addreffing; For fhe fays, that love nought but what's gen'rous infpires, And therefore rich tokens of love the requires.

Such fuitors as nothing but love have to give her,
(Like pennylefs ghofts at the Stygian river,
To Elyfium a paffage deny'd by old, Charon)
Eternal attendance may dance on the fair-one.

The

Phil. T

The forfaken Mistress.

ELL me, gentle Strephon, why
You from my embraces fly?
Does my love thy love destroy;
Tell me, I will yet be coy?

Stay, o ftay, and I will feign
(Though I break my heart) disdain;
But, left I too unkind appear,
For ev'ry frown I'll fhed a tear.

And if in vain I court thy love,
Let mine, at least, thy pity move:
Ah! while I fcorn, vouchsafe to wooe;
Methinks you may diffemble too.

Str. Ah! Phillis, that you cou'd contrive.
A way to keep my love alive;
But all your other charms must fail,
When kindness ceases to prevail.

Alas! no less than you, I grieve;
My dying flame has no reprieve;
For I can never hope to find,
Shou'd all the nymphs I court be kind,

One

One beauty able to renew

Those pleasures I enjoy'd in you,
When love and youth did both conspire
To fill our breafts and veins with fire.

"Tis true, fome other nymph may gain
That heart which merits your disdain;
But fecond love has still allay,
The joys grow aged, and decay.

Then blame me not for lofing more
Than love and beauty can reftore:
And let this truth thy comfort prove,
I wou'd, but can no longer love.

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EAVE these useless arts in loving,
Seeming anger, and difdain;

Truft to nature, gently moving;
Nature never pleads in vain:
Nothing guides a lover's paffion
Like the fair one's inclination.

I SIGH'D,

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