THE

INDIFFERENCE.

Hanks, fair Urania; to your Scorn
I now am free as I was born,

TH

Of all the Pain that I endur'd

By your late Coldness I am cur'd.

In lofing me proud Nymph, you lofe
The humbleft Slave your Beauty knows;
In lofing you, I but throw down
A cruel Tyrant from her Throne.

My ranging Love did never find
Such Charms of Perfon and of Mind;
Y'ave Beauty, Wit, and all things know,
But where you fhou'd your Love bestow.

I unawares my Freedom gave,
And to thofe Tyrants grew a Slave;
Wou'd you have kept what you had
You fhould have more Compaffion fhewn.

Love is a Burthen, which two Hearts,
When equally they bear their Parts,
With Pleasure carry; but no one,
Alas, can bear it long alone.

won,

Im

;

I'm not of those who court their Pain,
And make an Idol of Difdain
My Hope in Love does ne'er expire,
But it extinguishes Defire.

Nor yet of those who ill receiv'd,
Wou'd have it otherwife believ'd;
And, where their Love cou'd not prevail,
Take the vain Liberty to rail.

Whoe'er wou'd make his Victor lefs
Muft his own weak Defence confefs,
And while her Power he does defame,
He poorly doubles his own Shame.

Even that Malice does betray,
And fpeak Concern another way;

And all fuch Scorn in Men is but
The Smoke of Fires ill put out.

He's ftill in Torment, whom the Rage
To Detraction does engage;
In Love Indifference is fure
The only fign of perfect Cure.

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W

Ho wou'd not gaze away his Heart
On Mariana's Eyes,

Did not her high and just Disdain
The bold Delight chaftize?

Mirthand Joy She spreads around,
Like the Sun's chearful Light,
When his returning Beams destroy
The Empire of the Night.

Her Beauty with amazement ftrikes
If with no more) the Old :
Her Vertue tempers with Defpair
The Youthful and the Bold.

Her Goodness fo difarms her Wit
Of the offenfive part;
Whilft others only charm the Ear,
She steals the very Heart,

Letus no more defame the Fair,
But learn to praise again;
Bright Mariana's Worth demands
A new and nobler Strain.

So, to the feather'd Kind, the Spring

Reftores their wonted Voice;

On every Bough they fit and fing,

And court their new-made Choice. The

The Eighth ODE

OF THE

SECOND BOOK

O.F

HORACE,

Id

Did Thy former Perjuries,

any Punishment attend

Ifhould believe a fecond time,
Thy charming Flatteries:

Did but one Wrinkle mark this Face,
Or hadft thou loft one fingle Grace.

No fooner haft thou, with falfe Vows,
Provok'd the Powers above;

But thou art fairer than before,
And we are more in love.

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Thus Heaven and Earth feem to declare,
They pardon Falfhood in the Fair.

And

Sure 'tis no Crime vainly to fwear,
By every Power on high,

And call our bury'd Mother's Ghoft
A Witness to the Lye:

Heaven at fuch Perjury connives,
And Venus with a Smile forgives.

The Nymphs and cruel Cupid too,
Sharp'ning his pointed Dart
On a old Hone, befmear'd with Blood,
Forbear thy perjur'd Heart.

E

Fresh Youth grows up, to wear thy Chains,
And the old Slave no Freedom gains.

Thee, Mothers for their eldeft Sons,
Thee, wretched Mifers fear,
Left thy prevailing Beauty should
Seduce the hopeful Heir:

New-marry'd Virgins fear thy Charms

Should keep their Bridegroom from their

Arms.

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