XXII. SET BY MR. DE FE SCH SINCE by ill fate I'm forc'd away, And fnatch'd fo foon from those dear arms; Against my will I must obey, And leave thofe fweet endearing charms. Yet ftill love on; and never fear, Enough my prefent flame to bear, And make me, though in abfence, love: For, though your prefence fate denies, XXIII. SET BY 1 IN MR. DE FESCH. N vain, alas! poor Strephon tries Ah! fair-one, why to me fo coy? Who with more coldness flights the joy, Die then, unhappy lover! die; For, fince fhe gives thee death, The world has nothing that can buy A minute more of breath. Yet, though I could your fcorn outlive, "Twere folly; fince to me Not love itself a joy can give, But, Amoret, in thee. XXIV. SET BY M R. DE FES CH. WE ELL! I will never more complain Or call the Fates unkind; Alas! how fond it is, how vain! 'Tis true they long did me deny, I rag'd; for I could not efpy, At laft, my wifhes to fulfil, I faw her; but I wish I ftill Yet I by this have learnt the wit, Never to grieve or fret: Contentedly I will fubmit, And think that best which they think fit, Without the least regret. XXV. SET BY M R. CHLOE HLOE beauty has and wit, And an air that is not common; Every charm in her does meet, Fit to make a handfome woman. But we do not only find C. R. Here a lovely face or feature; She is always doing good, Of her favours never fparing, Jove the power knew of her charms, 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 defire, Should the not her bucket bring, And kindly help to quench the fire. XXVI. XXVI. SINCE, Moggy, I mun bid adieu, How can I help defpairing? Let cruel fate us ftill purfue, There's nought more worth my caring. 'Twas she alone could calm my foul, Farewel, ye brooks; no more along But I by death an end will give |