'CUPID! instruct an am'rous Swain, Some way to tell the Nymph his pain, To common Youths unknown! To talk of Sighs, of Flames, and Darts, Of bleeding Wounds, and burning Hearts, Are methods vulgar grown!' 'What need'st thou tell?' the God replied, 'That love the Shepherd cannot hide, The Nymph will quickly find! When PHOEBUS does his beams display To tell men gravely "That 'tis day!" Is to suppose them blind!' 6 PHILLIS'S RESOLUTION. 'WHEN Slaves their liberty require, Think how unjust a suit you make; Then you will soon decline! Your freedom, when you please, pray, take; But trespass not on mine! 'No more, in vain, ALCANDER ! crave! That he, who once has been my Slave, IPHIS AND IANTHE. IANTHE the lovely, the joy of her Swain, By IPHIS was loved; and loved IPHIS again! She lived in the Youth; and the Youth, in the Fair! Their pleasure was equal, and equal their care! No time, no enjoyment, the dotage withdrew; But the longer they loved, still the fonder they grew! A Passion so happy alarmed all the plain. Some envied the Nymph; but more envied the Swain! Some swore, 'Twould be pity, their loves to invade; That the Lovers alone for each other were made! But all, all, consented, That none ever knew A Nymph yet so kind; or a Shepherd so true! LOVE saw them with pleasure; and vowed to take care Of the faithful, the tender, the innocent pair! If they still might be kind, and they still might be true! TO A CANDLE. THOU watchful Taper, by whose silent light Like thine, my flames to my destruction turn; THUS to a ripe, consenting Maid, Never let him all discover! Never let him much obtain! 'Men will admire, adore, and die; While, wishing, at your feet they lie! But admitting their embraces Wakes them from the golden dream! Nothing's new, besides our faces! Every woman is the same!' SEE! see, she wakes! SABINA wakes! With light united, day they give; FALSE though She be to me and Love; I'll ne'er pursue revenge! In hours of bliss, we oft have met; SEMELE TO JUPITER. WITH my frailty, don't upbraid me! Still complaining; Most complying, And to be followed, only flying. With my frailty, don't upbraid me! I LOOKED, and I sighed, and I wished I could speak ; I swore to myself, and resolved I would try But that was all vain! for I sooner could die, |