Under a Ladies Picture. I' By another Hand. F Beauties faintly Copy'd ftrike our Eyes, How muft the Bright Original Surprize! What Mortal's priviledg'd from Glorious Wounds, That dares behold fuch Charms, and hear fuch Sounds? Her Looks, Her Words are Darts, nor can they Err, Unless you're Blind as Love, and Deaf like Her. R To Himfelf. Ouze from thy Lethargy, dull Lovefick thing, Ceafe to lament and ceafe of her to fing; Why doft thou make imaginary Wounds, And fix to Grief, as to her Praife, no Bounds? Are ftings fo pleafing to be cherish'd on, Canft thou abound in Love when he has None ? Art Art thou fo ftor'd with Fewel still to burn Can flames endure tho' back'd with no return? Leave off for shame this whining filly trade, No more her apifh property be made; Women may juftly be compar'd to Days, None are fo bright, but others match their Rays. Is the of more than Mortal Frame alone? Has Nature Summ'd up all her Charms in one? Can Luminaries ftrike thee into Clay? Upon Flavia in the Snow. By another Hand. Right Flavia ventur'd forth one Day, But by her Whiteness lose their own, 1 Once more they change, but change in vain; ADVICE to LOVERS. D By Sir Charles Sedley. I. AMON, if thou wilt believe me, 'Tis not fighing round the Plain, Songs and Sonnets cann't relieve thee, Faint Attempts in Love are vain, II. Urge but home the fair Occafion, III. Love gives out a large Commiffion, IV. |