THYRSIS, a young and am'rous Swain, Gay CŒLIA's eyes were dazzling fair; With softer magic drew. He haunts the stream, he haunts the grove, Lives in a fond Romance of Love; And seems for each to die! Till each, a little spiteful grown, SABINA, CLIA's shape ran down; And she, SABINA's eye. Their envy made the Shepherd find Those eyes which Love could only blind; So set the Lover free! No more he haunts the grove, or stream; Or with a True-Love Knot and name, Engraves a wounded tree! Ah, CŒLIA!' sly SABINA cried, 'Though neither love; we're both denied! Now, to support the Sex's pride, Let either fix the dart!' 'Poor Girl!' says CŒLIA, 'say no more!' For should the Swain but one adore, That spite, which broke his chains before, Would break the other's heart!' LOVE IN DISGUISE. To stifle Passion is no easy thing! And fans the breath prepared to tell: It then sends out its ghost, To say, 'We die!' 'Tis strange, the air, that cools, a flame should prove! But wonder not! It is the air of love! Yet, CHLORIS! I can make my love look well; You can't their wishes know! You think I play! Happy contrivance! such as can't be prized! LOVE'S RELIEF A WRETCH, long tortured with disdain, 'Vouchsafe, O, Power! thy healing aid! Teach me to gain the cruel Maid! Thy juices take the Lover's part, Flush his wan looks, and cheer his heart!' Thus to the jolly God he cried; 'Give whining o'er! Be brisk and gay; And quaff this sneaking Form away!' 'With dauntless mien approach the Fair! She smiled, and spoke the Sex's mind, Men to themselves are most severe; A SILLY Shepherd wooed; but wist not Blame her not, alas! though She said 'Nay!' Time perpetually is changing, Every moment alteration brings, A woman's fancy 's like a fever; Sick, and well again; and well and sick; Now she will; and then she will not! A woman's 'Nay!' is no denial! Haply, she'll take it, and say 'No!' Silly Youth! why dost thou dally, Then, never stand, 'Sweet! shall I? shall I?' For he that will not, when he may; |