IV..

Undreft at Evening, when She found
Their Odours loft, their Colours paft;
Look,

She chang'd her and on the Ground

Her Garland and her Eye She caft.

V.

That Eye dropt Sense diftinct and clear,
As any MUSE's Tongue cou'd fspeak ;
When from it's Lid a pearly Tear

Ran trickling down her beauteous Cheek.

VI.

Diffembling, what I knew too well,
My Love, my Life, faid I, explain
This Change of Humour: pr'ythee tell:
That falling Tear-What does it mean?

VII.

She figh'd; She fmil'd: and to the Flow'rs
Pointing, the Lovely Moralift faid:
See! Friend, in fome few fleeting Hours,
See yonder, what a Change is made.
VIII.

Ah Me! the blooming Pride of MAY,
And That of Beauty are but One:
At Morn Both flourish bright and gay,
Both fade at Evening, pale, and gone.
IX.

At Dawn poor STELLA danc'd and fung;
The am'rous Youth around Her bow'd:
At Night her fatal Knell was rung;

I saw, and kiss'd Her in her Shrowd.

X. Such

X.

Such as She is, who dy'd to Dayko prq¿bli¶ an I Such I, alas! may be to Morrow walk liency off Go, DAMON, bid Thy Muse display, on bildw The Justice of thy CLOB's Sorrow. ono od? Į

VENUS,

to VENUS.

ENUS, take my Votive Glafs: dirat Since I am not what I was; What from this Day I fhall be, VENUS, let Me never fee.

CLOE

FORBEAR

JEALOUS.

I.

ORBEAR to ask Me, why I weep; Vext CLOE to her Shepherd faid: 'Tis for my Two poor ftragling Sheep

Perhaps, or for my Squirrel dead.

III.

Your Riddle, purpos'd to rehearfe

The general Pow'r that Beauty has: But why did no peculiar Verse

Describe one Charm of CLOB'S Face?

IV.

The Glafs, which was at VENUS' Shrine,
With fuch Mysterious Sorrow laid:
The Garland (and You call it Mine)

Which fhow'd how Youth and Beauty fade.

V.

Ten thousand Trifles light as Thefe

Nor can my Rage, nor Anger move : She fhou'd be humble, who wou'd please: And She muft fuffer, who can love.

VI.

When in My Glass I chanc'd to look;
Of VENUS What did I implore?

That ev'ry Grace which thence I took,

Shou'd know to charm my DAMON more.

VII.

Reading Thy Verfe; who heeds, faid I,

If here or there his Glances flew ?

O free for ever be His Eye,

Whose Heart to Me is always true.

VIII.

My Bloom indeed, my little Flow'r
Of Beauty quickly loft it's Pride:
For fever'd from it's Native Bow'r,
It on Thy glowing Bofom dy'd.

IX. Yet

IX.

Yet car'd I not, what might prefage

Or withering Wreath, or fleeting Youth:
Love I esteem'd more ftrong than Age,
And Time less permanent than Truth.

X.

Why then I weep, forbear to know:
Fall uncontroll❜d my Tears, and free':
O DAMON, 'tis the only Woe,

I ever yet conceal'd from Thee.
XH

The fecret Wound with which I bleed

Shall lie wrapt up, ev'n in my Herfe:

But on my Tomb-stone Thou fhalt read AAA

My Answer to Thy dubious Verfé.

ANSWER to CLOE JEALOUS,

in the fame STILE.

YES, fairest Proof of Beauty's Pow'r,

Dear Idol of My panting Heart,mo tol

Nature points This my fatal Hour:

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II.

While now I take my laft Adieu,

Heave Thou no Sigh, nor fhed a Tearin Left yet my half-clos'd Eye may view

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On Earth an Object worth it's Care. Ini bu

III.

From Jealousy's tormenting Strife

For ever be Thy Bofom free'd: 'oc That nothing may disturb Thy Life,

Content I hasten to the Dead.!!

IV.

Yet when some better-fated Youth

Shall with his am'rous Parly move Thee; !!.
Reflect One Moment on His Truth, MOT
Who dying Thus, perfifts to love Thee.

A

BETTER ANSWER.

I.

DEAR
EAR CLOE, how blubber'd is that pretty Face?

Thy Cheek all on Fire, and Thy Hair all uncurl'd: Pr'ythee quit this Caprice; and (as Old FALSTAF fays) Let Us e'en talk a little like Folks of This World.

How can'ft Thou prefume, Thou haft leave to deftroy
The Beauties, which VENUS but lent to Thy
VENUS but lent to Thy keeping?
Those Looks were defign'd to infpire Love and Joy:
More ord'nary Eyes may ferve People for weeping.
ALV U

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