III. How can I fee you, and not love, While you as opening east are fair? While cold as northern blafts you prove, How can I love, and not despair? IV. "The wretch in double fetters bound N vain you tell your parting lover, IN You with fair winds may waft him over. That bear me far from what I love? Can equal thofe that I sustain, Be gentle, and in pity choose } The The DESPAIRING SHEPHERD. ALEXIS fhunn'd his fellow-fwains, Their rural sports, and jocund strains : (Heaven guard us all from Cupid's bow!) He loft his crook, he left his flocks; And, wandering through the lonely rocks, He nourish'd endless woe. The nymphs and fhepherds round him came : The fatal cause all kindly feek : Clorinda came among the rest; And afk'd the reafon of his woe: She fear'd too much to know. The fhepherd rais'd his mournful head; And will you pardon me, he said, While I the cruel truth reveal? Which nothing from my breaft should tear; Which never should offend your ear, But that you bid me tell. 'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Since you appear'd upon the plain; You are the cause of all my care: Too much, Alexis, I have heard : To breathe your vows, or speak your pain: To the Hon. CHARLES MONTAGUE, Efq. afterwards Earl of HALIFAX. Ho I. OWE'ER, 'tis well, that while mankind He can imagin'd pleasures find, To combat against real cares. II. Fancies and notions he pursues, Which ne'er had being but in thought: Against experience he believes ; He argues against demonftration Pleas'd, when his reafon he deceive's; And fets his judgement by his paffion. IV. The IV. The hoary fool, who many days Has struggled with continued forrow, Renews his hope, and blindly lays The defperate bett upon to-morrow. V. To-morrow comes: 'tis noon, 'tis night; Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim Our anxious pains we, all the day, VIII. At diftance through an artful glafs To the mind's eye things will appear: If we fee right, we fee our woes : 5 1. We X. We wearied fhould lie down in death : I, Phillis but a perjur'd whore. Ad Virum doctiffimum Dominum SAMUELEM SHAW, cum Theses de Ictero pro Gradu Doctoris defenderet, 4 Junii, 1692. PHOEBE potens fævis morbis vel lædere gentes, Læfas folerti vel relevare manu, Afpice tu decus hoc noftrum, placidufque fatere Mitte dehinc iras, et nato carmina dona ; Ο Tranflation. By Mr. COOKE. ! PHOEBUS, deity, whofe powerful hand |