In vain I ftrove to check my growing flaine,
Or fhelter paffion under friendship's name :
You faw my heart how it my tongue bely'd,
And when you prefs'd how faintly I deny'd.-
Ere guardian thought could bring its fcatter'd aid,
Ere reafon could fupport the doubting maid,
My foul furpris'd, and from herself disjoin'd,
Left all referve and all the fex behind:
From your command her motions the receiv'd,
And not for me, but you, fhe breath'd and liv'd.
But ever bleft be Cytherea's fhrine,

And fires eternal on her altars shine,

Since thy dear breaft has felt an equal wound,
Since in thy kindrefs my defires are crown'd.

By thy each look, and thought, and care, 'tis fhown
Thy joys are center'd all in me alone;

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For all the white ones Fate has in its pow'r-

Yet thus belov'd, thus loving to excefs,
Yet thus receiving and returning blifs,
In this great moment, in this golden now,
When ev'ry trace of what, or when, or how,
Should from my foul by raging love be torn,
And far on fwelling feas of rapture borne,
A melancholy tear afflicts my eye,
And my heart labours with a fudden sigh ;
Invading fears repel my coward joy,
And ills forefeen the prefent blifs destroy.
Poor as it is, this beauty was the cause
That with first fighs your panting bofom rofe;
But with no owner beauty long will stay,
Upon the wings of time borne swift away.
Pafs but fome fleeting years, and thefe poor eyes
(Where now without a boaft fone luftre lies)
No longer thall their little honours keep,
Shall only be of use to read or weep;

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And on this forehead, where your verse has said 45 The Loves delighted and the Graces play'd,

Infulting Age will trace his cruel way,

And leave fad marks of his ftructive fway.

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Mov'd by my charms, with them your love may cease, And as the fuel finks the flame decrease; Or angry Heav'n may quicker darts prepare, And fickness strike what time a while would fpare: Then will my fwain his glowing vows renew? Then will his throbbing heart to mine beat true, When my own face deters me from my glass, And Kneller only fhows what Celia was?

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Fantastic Fame may found her wild alarms; Your country, as you think, may want your arms: You may neglect, or quench, or hate, the flame, Whofe fmoke too long obscur'd your rifing name, 60 And quickly cold indiff'rence will ensue. When you love's joys thro' honour's optic view. Then Celia's loudeft pray'r will prove too weak To this abandon'd breaft to bring you back: When my loft lover the tall fhip afcends, With mufic gay, and wet with jovial friends, The tender accents of a woman's cry Will pafs unheard, will unregarded die; When the rough feamen's louder fhouts prevail, When fair occafion fhows the fpringing gale,

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And int'reft guides the helm, and honour fwells the fail.

Some wretched lines from this neglected hand

May find my hero on the foreign ftrand,

Warn with new fires, and pleas'd with new command; While fhe who wrote them, of all joy bereft,

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To the rude cenfure of the world is left,

Her mangled fame in barb’rous pastime lost,
The coxcomb's novel, and the drunkard's toast.
But nearer care (O pardon it!) supplies

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Sighs to my breaft and forrow to my eyes.
Love, Love himself (the only friend I have)
May fcorn his triumph, having bound his flave.
That tyrant god, that reflefs conqueror,
May quit his pleasure to affert his pow'r;
Forfake the provinces that blefs his fway,
To vanquish thofe which will not yet obey.

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Another nymph, with fatal pow'r, may rife
To damp the finking beams of Celia's eyes ;
With haughty pride may hear her charms confeft,
And fcorn the ardent vows that I have bleft.
You ev'ry night may figh for her in vain,
And rife each morning to fome fresh difdain;
While Celia's fofteft look may cease to charm,
And her embraces want the pow'r to warm;
While thefe fond arms, thus circling you, may prove
More heavy chains than thofe of hopeless love.
Just gods! all other things their like produce;
The vine arifes from her mother's juice;
When feeble plants or tender flow'is decay
They to their feed their images convey;
Where the old myrtle her good influence fheds,
Sprigs of like leaf erect their filial heads;
And when the parent rofe decays and dies,
With a refembling face the daughter-buds arife.
That product only which our paffions bear
Eludes the planter's miferable care.

While blooming Love affures us golden fruit,
Some inborn poifon taints the fecret root;

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Soon fail the flow'rs of joy, foon feeds of hatred fhoot.
Say Shepherd, fay, are thefe reflections true?

Or was it but the woman's fear that drew
This cruel fcene, unjuft to love and you?
Will you be only and for ever mine?
Shall neither time nor age our fouls disjoin?
From this dear bofom fhall I ne`er be torn?
Or you grow cold, refpectful, and forfworn?
And can you not for her you love do more
Than any youth for any nymph before ?
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DAPHNE AND APOLLO.

Imitated from the

FIRST BOOK OF OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.

Nympha, precur, Penei mane.--- Ovid. Met. Lib. I.

APOLLO.

ABATE, fair fugitive, abate thy speed,

Difmifs thy fears, and turn thy beauteous head ;

With kind regard a panting lover view;
Lefs fwiftly fly, lefs fwiftly I'll pursue ;
Pathlefs, alas! and rugged is the ground,

Some ftone may hurt thee, or fome thorn may wound.
DAPH. afide] This care is for himself as fure as death;
One inile has put the fellow out of breath :
He'll never do, I'll lead him th' other round;
Washy he is, perhaps not over found.,

APOL. You fly, alas! not knowing whom you fly; Nor ill-bred fwain, nor rufty clown am I :

I Claros' ifle and Tenedos command

DAPH. Thank ye, I wou'd not leave my native land. APOL. What is to come by certain arts I know. 15 PAPH. Pih! Partridge has as fair pretence as you. APOL. Behold the beauty of my locks

DAPH.

-A fig

That may be counterfeit, a Spanish wig:
Who cares for all that bush of curling hair,
Whilft your fmooth chin is fo extremely bare ?
APOL. I fing.—

DAPH.-That never fhall be Daphne's choice.
Syphacio had an admirable voice.

APOL. Of ev'ry herb I tell the mystic pow'r,
To certain health the patient I restore,
Sent for, carefs'd-

DAPH-Ours is a wholefome air;

You'd better go to Town and practise there :
For me, I've no obftructions to remove;
I'm pretty well, I thank your father Jeve,
And phyfic is a weak ally to love.

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APOL. For learning fam'd, fine verfes I compofe. DAPH. So do your brother quacks and brother beaux; Memorials only and reviews write profe.

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APOL. From the bent yew I fend the pointed reed, Sure of its aim, and fatal in its speed.

DAPH. Then leaving me, whom fure you would not In yonder thicket exercife your skill: [kill, Shoot there at beafts; but for the human heart 40 Your coufin Cupid has the only dart.

APOL. Yet turn, O beauteous Maid, yet deign to hear A love-fick deity's impetuous pray'r

O let me woo thee as thou would't be woo'd.

DAPH. First, therefore, don't be fo extremely rude; Don't tear the hedges down and tread the clover, 46 Like an hobgoblin rather than a lover :

At ebbing tide he always is at home.

Next, to my father's grotto fometimes come,

Read the Courant with him, and let him know

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A little politics, how matters go

Upon his brother-rivers Rhine or Po.

As any maid or footman comes or goes,

Pull off your hat and ask how Daphne does :

Thefe fort of folks will to each other tell

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That you refpect me; that you know looks well:
Then if you are, as you pretend, the god
That rules the day, and much upon the road,
You'll find a hundred trifles in your way,
That you may bring one home from Africa;
Some little rarity, fome bird or beast,
And now and then a jewel from the East ;`
A lacquer'd cabinet, fome China-ware;
You have 'em mighty cheap at Pekin fair.
Next, nota bene, you fhall never rove,
Nor take example by your father Jove.
Laft, for the cafe and comfort of my life,
Make me (Lord what startle's you ?) your wife.
I'm now (they fay) fixteen, or fomething more;
We mortals feldom live above fourfcore: