Die then, unhappy lover! die; Yet, though I could your scorn outlive, XXIV. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. WELL! I will never more complain, 'Tis true they long did me deny, I rag'd; for I could not espy, At last, my wishes to fulfil, They did their power resign; I saw her; but I wish I still And they not unto mine. 3 Yet I by this have learnt the wit, Never to grieve or fret: Contentedly I will submit, And think that best which they think fit, Without the least regret. XXV. SET BY MR. C. R. CHLOE beauty has and wit, And an air that is not common; Every charm in her does meet, Fit to make a handsome woman. But we do not only find Here a lovely face or feature; For she's merciful and kind, Beauty's answer'd by good nature. She is always doing good, Of her favours never sparing, And, as all good christians should, Keeps poor mortals from despairing. Jove the power knew of her charms, And that no man could endure them, So, providing 'gainst all harms, Gave to her the power to cure them, And 'twould be a cruel thing, When her black eyes have rais'd desire, Should she not her bucket bring, And kindly help to quench the fire. XXVI. SINCE, Moggy, 1 mun bid adieu, Let cruel fate us still pursue, There's nought more worth my caring. 'Twas she alone could calm my soul, Farewell, ye brooks; no more along But I by death an end will give XXVII. SOME kind angel, gently flying, Tell Corinna, I am dying, Till with joy we meet again. Tell Corinna, since we parted, Tell her how her lover, mourning, Tell her too, not distant places, XXVIII. NELLY. WHILST others proclaim This nymph or that swain, Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing; She shall grace every verse, I'll her beauties rehearse, Which lovers can't think an ill thing. Her eyes shine as bright Her complexion divinely is fair; And black as a coal is her hair. Her breath, like a rose, Her teeth are well plac'd, Her plump breasts are white, Delighting the sight, There Cupid discovers her charms; And think of the best: "Tis heaven to die in her arms. She's blooming as May, Brisk, lively, and gay, The Graces play all round about her; She's prudent and witty, Sings wondrously pretty, And there is no living without her. |