COWLEY. THE CHRONICLE. A BALLA D. MARGARITA first possess'd But when a while the wanton maid With my restless heart had play'd, Martha took the flying ball. Martha soon did it resign To the beauteous Katherine; Beauteous Katherine gave place, Tho' loath and angry she to part With the possession of my heart, To Elisa's conquering face. Elisa till this hour might reign Had she not evil counsels ta'en; Fundamental laws she broke, And stil new favourites she chose, COWLEY. LA CHRONIQUE. BALLADE. ROSE eut mes premières amours, A ses pieds je fis le serment up in arms my passions rose, And cast away her yoke. Till Mary then, and gentle Anne Both to reign at once began; Alternately they sway'd; And sometimes Mary was the fair, And sometimes Anne the crown did wear, And sometimes both I obey'd. Another Mary then arose, Long, alas, should I have been When fair Rebecca set me free, One month, three days and half an hour Je crus qu'il fallait l'imiter, Et je fus inconstant comme elle. Maîtrisant alors mes desirs, Henriette, par Devint ma belle souveraine. Je serais encor amoureux, Ce, fut Aglaé, quel charmant trésor! Mais, ô Hélas! cette fleur de beauté Fut moissonnée avant l'été! Une autre Rose prit sa place. Un mois entier et trois grands jours, Rose seconde eut mes amours, Elle était étonnament belle; Mais elle avait si peu d'esprit, Qu'un beau jour, mon cœur, de dépit, La planta là pour Isabelle. Whilst she proudly march'd about, But in her place I then obey'd Gentle Henrietta then And a third Mary, next began; But should I now to you relate If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts, |