ACCEPT, my love, as true a heart

As ever lover gave:

'Tis free (it vows) from any art,

And proud to be your flave.

Then take it kindly, as 'twas meant,

And let the giver live:

Who, with it, would the world have fent,

Had it been his to give.

And,

And, that Dorinda may not fear.

I e'er will prove untrue,

My vows fhall, ending with the year,
With it begin anew.

NANNY blushes when I woo her,

And, with kindly-chiding eyes, Faintly fays, I shall undo her,

Faintly, O forbear! she cries.

But her breafts while I am preffing,
While to her's my lips I join,
Warm'd she seems to taste the blessing,
And her kiffes answer mine.

Undebauch'd by rules of honour,

Innocence with nature charms; One bids, gently push me from her, T'other, take me in her arms.

XIX.

SINCE

SET BY

M R. S MIT H.

we your husband daily fee

So jealous out of feafon,

Phillis, let you and I agree

To make him fo with reafon.

I'm vext to think, that every night
A fot, within thy arms,
Tafting the most divine delight,

Should fully all your charms.

While fretting I muft lie alone,
Curfing the powers divine,
That undefervedly have thrown
A pearl unto a swine.

Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart,

My burning paffion cool;

Let me at least in thee have part

With thy infipid fool.

XX. SET

XX.

SET BY C. R.

PHILLIS, give this humour over,

We too long have time abus'd;

I fhall turn an errant rover,
If the favour's ftill refus'd.

Faith! 'tis nonfenfe out of measure,
Without ending thus to fee
Women forc'd to taste a pleasure
Which they love as well as we.

Let not pride and folly fhare you,
We were made but to enjoy ;
Ne'er will age or cenfure spare you,
E'er the more for being coy.

Never fancy Time's before you,
Youth, believe me, will away;
Then, alas! who will adore you,
Or to wrinkles tribute pay?

All the fwains on you attending

Show how much your charms deserve ; But, mifer-like, for fear of spending, You amidst your plenty starve.

While a thousand freer laffes,

Who their youth and charms employ, Though your beauty their's furpaffes, Live in far more perfect joy,

XXI.

HASTE, my Nannette, my lovely maid,

Hafte to the bower thy fwain has made;
For thee alone I made the bower,

And ftrew'd the couch with many a flower.
None but my fheep fhall near us come:
Venus be prais'd! my fheep are dumb.
Great God of Love! take thou my crook,
To keep the wolf from Nannette's flock.
Guard thou the sheep, to her fo dear;
My own, alas! are lefs my care.
But, of the wolf if thou 'rt afraid,
Come not to us to call for aid;

For with her fwain my love fhall stay,

Though the wolf ftroll, and the fheep ftray.

XXII. SET