'Shipwreck'd, in vain to land I make, While Love and Fate ftill drive me back : I chide thee firft, and then obey. Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh, LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP: A PASTORAL. By Mrs. ELIZABETH SINGER, afterwards RowE. WHI AMARYLLIS. HILE from the skies the ruddy fun defcends, And rifing night the evening fhade extends; While pearly dews o'erfpread the fruitful field, And clofing flowers reviving odours yield: Let us, beneath these spreading trees, recite What from our hearts our Mufes may indite. Nor need we, in this close retirement, fear, Left any fwain our amorous fecrets hear. SYLVIA. To every fhepherd I would mine proclaim; Since fair Aminta is my fofteft theme: A ftranger to the loofe delights of love, My thoughts the nobler warmth of friendship prove: And, while its pure and facred fire I fing, Chafte goddess of the groves, thy fuccour bring. AMARYLLIS. AMARYLLIS. Propitious god of love, my breast inspire With all thy charms, with all thy pleafing fire; SYLVIA. Beauteous Aminta is as early light, VOL. I. F AMA AMARYLLIS. And, in his abfence, all the penfive day On flowery banks, by every murmuring stream, 'Tis fhe that does my artful notes refine : With fair Aminta's name my noblest verse shall shine. AMARYLLIS. I'll twine fresh garlands for Alexis' brows, And confecrate to him eternal vows : The charming youth fhall my Apollo prove; He shall adorn my fongs, and tune my voice to love. To the AUTHOR of the foregoing PASTORAL Y Sylvia if thy charming self be meant; BY If Friendship be thy virgin vows extent My heart fhall own the juftice of her caufe, And Love himself submit to Friendship's laws. But, ; But, if, beneath thy numbers' foft disguise, Pan guard thy flock, and Ceres bless thy board! And dies in woe, that thou may'ft live in peace. TO A LADY: She refusing to continue a DISPUTE with me, and leaving me in the ARGUMENT. SP AN O D E. I. PARE, generous victor, fpare the flave, That more than triumph he might have, In being overcome by you. II. In the difpute whate'er I faid, And in My heart was by my tongue belied; my looks you might have read How much I argued on your fide. III. You, far from danger as from fear, Your eyes are always in the right. Why, fair one, would you not rely I must at once be deaf and blind. V. Alas! not hoping to fubdue, I only to the fight afpir'd: VI. But fhe, howe'er of victory fure, Contemns the wreath too long delay'd: And, arm'd with more immediate power, Calls cruel filence to her aid. VII. Deeper to wound, fhe fhuns the fight; VIII. So, |