XX. SET BY C. R. 1 PHILLIS, give this humour over, We too long have time abused; I shall turn an arrant rover, If the favour's still refused. 2 Faith! 'tis nonsense out of measure, 3 Let not pride and folly share you, 4 Never fancy time's before you, 5 All the swains on you attending Show how much your charms deserve; 6 While a thousand freer lasses, Who their youth and charms employ; Though your beauty theirs surpasses, Live in far more perfect joy. XXI. HASTE, my Nannette, my lovely maid, For thee alone I made the bower, For with her swain my love shall stay, XXII. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 SINCE by ill fate I'm forced away, And snatched so soon from those dear arms; Against my will I must obey, And leave those sweet endearing charms. 2 Yet still love on; and never fear, 3 For, though your presence fate denies, XXIII.- -SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries 2 Ah! fair one, why to me so coy, And why to him so true; Who with more coldness slights the joy, Than I with love pursue? 3 Die then, unhappy lover! die, For, since she gives thee death, The world has nothing that can buy A minute more of breath. 4 Yet, though I could your scorn outlive, 'Twere folly; since to me Not love itself a joy can give, But, Amoret, in thee. XXIV. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 WELL! I will never more complain, 2 'Tis true they long did me deny, I raged; for I could not espy, 3 At last, my wishes to fulfill, They did their power resign; 4 Yet I by this have learned 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. 1 CHLOE beauty has and wit, And an air that is not common; Every charm in her does meet, Fit to make a handsome woman. 2 But we do not only find Here a lovely face or feature; For she's merciful and kind, Beauty's answered by good nature. 3 She is always doing good, Of her favours never sparing, 4 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. 5 And 'twould be a cruel thing, When her black eyes have raised desire, Should she not her bucket bring, And kindly help to quench the fire. XXVI. 1 SINCE, Moggy, I mun bid adieu, How can I help despairing? Let cruel fate us still pursue, There's nought more worth my caring. 2 'Twas she alone could calm my soul, 3 Farewell, ye brooks; no more along 4 But I by death an end will give XXVII. 1 SOME kind angel, gently flying, Moved with pity at my pain, Tell Corinna, I am dying, Till with joy we meet again. 2 Tell Corinna, since we parted, 3 Tell her how her lover, mourning, |