R E AD IN G ends in melancholy ;
Wine breeds vices and difeafes ;
Wealth is but care, and Love but folly ;
Only Friendfhip truly pleafes.
My wealth, my books, my flafk, my Molly ;
Farewell all, if Friendfhip ceafes.
Shall I fiy her, or purfue her ?
Lofing her, I am undone ;
Yet would not gain her, to undo her.
The tyrants of the human breaft,
Love and Reafon ! ceafe your war, ,
And order Death to give me reft ;
So each will equal triumph fhare.
C O ME, weep no more, for 'tis in vain ;
Torment not thus your pretty heart :
Think, Flavia, we may meet again,
As well as, that we now muft part.
You figh and weep : the Gods negle&
That precious dew your eyes let fall :
Our joy and grief with like refpe&t
They mind : and that is, not at all.
We pray, in hopes they will be kind,
As ifthey did regard our ftate :
They hear ; and the return we find
Is, that no prayers can alter Fate.
Then clear your brow, and look more gay,
Do not yourfelfto grief refign ;
Who knows but that thofe powers may
The pair, they now have parted, join ?
But, fince they have thus cruel been,
And could fuch conftant lovers fevc- ;
I dare not truft, left now they 're in,
They fhould divide us two for ever.
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Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,
Remembering though upon what fcore ;
This our laft parting look believe,
Believe we muft embrace no more.
Yet, fhould our fun fhime out at laft ;
And Fortune, without more deceit,
Throw but one reconciling caft,
To make two wandering lovers meet ;
How great then would our pleafure be,
To find Heaven kinder than believ'd ;
And we, who had no hopes to fee
Each other, to be thus deceiv*d !
But fay, fhould Heaven bring no relief,
Suppofe our fun fhould never rife : *
Why then what 's due to fuch a grief,
We 've paid already with our eyes.
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