That you languish, that you dye,
Alas, is but too true;
Yet tax not us with Cruelty,
Who daily pity you.
Nature henceforth alone accufe,
In vain we grant, if she refuse.

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WHen firft Paftora came to Town,

The fresh Defire of every Heart,

Her Innocence fo fenc'd her own,
She laught at Cupid and his Dart.

Her Looks might all the World enflame,
Themselves, yet cold as freezing Snow;
Which the bold Hand that thinks to tame,
Soon with unusual Heat will glow.

As when a Comet does appear,

We Stars and Moon no more refpect;

So while Paftora guilds our Sphere,

All former Beauties we neglect.

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Mooth was the Water, calm the Air,
The Evening-Sun depreft,

Lawyers difmift the noifie Bar,
The Labourer at rest,

When Strephon, with his charming Fair,
Crofs'd the proud River Thames,

And to a Garden did repair,

To quench their mutual Flames.

The crafty Waiter foon efpy'd
Youth fparkling in her Eyes;

He brought no Ham, nor Neats-tongues dry'd,
But Cream and Strawberies.

The amorous Strephon ask'd the Maid,
What's whiter than this Cream?
She blush'd and could not tell, the faid:
Thy Teeth, my pretty Lamb.

What's redder than thefe Berries are ?
I know not the reply'd:

Those Lips, which I'll no longe. fpare,
The burning Shepherd cry'd.
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And ftrait began to hug her:

This Kifs, my Dear,

Is fweater far

Than Strawberries, Cream and Sugar.

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He Sun had fcarce drunk up the Dew,
Or underneath the Boughs,

The chearful Birds met, to renew

Their mutual daily Vows.

Scarce had they paid their Debt to Love,
When Thirfis with his Fair,

Enter'd in haft the confcious Grove,
A lovely loving Pair.

Thirfis began, Why mourns, my Dear?
my Celia weep,

Why does

Since all things are propitious here,

And envious Man afleep?

Blame not my Tears, the Nymph reply'd,
Let them for ever flow,

E'er Phabus twice his Face shall hide,
I to the Country go.

Let

Let us then snatch at flying Joy,

Cry'd out the am'rous Swain;
When cruel Flames an House destroy,
Who faves not what he can?

If, Thirfis, e'er we feal our Love,
We are fo loth to part,

The Torment then will double prove,
And break my tender Heart.

I fuddenly muft cross the Seas,
To get my felf a Name,
For in Love's Camp no Man can rife,
Who is unknown to Fame.

ΤΟ ΤΗΕ

KING,

ON HIS

BIRTH-DAY.

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Ehold the happy Day again, Deftingu fht by the Joy in every Face; This Day Great William's Life began,

Soul of our War and Guardian of our Peace.

Off three afflicted Realms, the choice,
When on the furious Waves of Faction toft,
They all cry'd out, as with one Voice,
Save us, Heroick Prince, or we are loft.

So in the gen' al Deluge met

[ Foes;

Bears of all kinds, whom Nature had made

They did their mutual Hate forget,

And the bleft Ark for facred Refuge chofe,

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