Because, when they had toy'd and kiss'd, The foolih foolish Twain would marry ; Becaufe, &c. See winter comes, a dreary form, bio' No more the lambs with gamefome bound No more the gay enamell'd ground, Or fylyan fcenes delight: 1 Thus Zephalinda, much loy'd maid, İsm Again the lark, fweet bird of May, Hafte then, dear girl, that time improve In blissful fcenes of mutual love, With fome diftinguish'd.fwain e JA 128 If love's a sweet paffion, how can it torment? If bitter, O tell me whence comes my content! Since I fuffer with pleafure, why should I compla Or grieve at my fate, fince I know 'tis in vain Yet fo pleafing the pain is, so soft his the dart, That at once it both wounds me and tickles my he I grafp her hand gently, look languishing down And by paffionate filence I make my love know But, oh! how I'm blefs'd when fo kind she does pro By fome willing mistake to discover her love; When, in ftriving to hide, the reveals all her far And our eyes tell each other what neither dare nat How pleafing is beauty! how sweet are .he char How delightful embraces! how peaceful her arm Sure there's nothing fo eafy as learning to love; 'Tis taught us on earth, and by all things above And to beauty's bright standard all heroes muft yi For 'tis beauty that conquers and keeps the fair f --- 129′′ WHAT beauteous fcenes enchant my fight! Does round that elm's fupporting height Let this, my fair one, move thy heart Yet mark what age and care impart, The youthful god that rules the year, o fhall no froft's untiemly pow'r 131 THE gaudy tulip fwells with pride, And rears its beauties to the fun, The hand of fome rapacious foe. Of worth intrinfic, fmall the ftore When crop'd to grace the virgin head. Then think, ye fair ones, how these flow'rs Are wrought in nature's various robe: Where pride declines, and merit thrives, Your virgin dignity o'er-pow'rs The heroes of the conquer'd globe; 132 YE chearful virgins, have ye feen Where does the feek the woodbine shade? Her cheeks are like the maiden rofe, Her fong is like the linnet's lay, Her heart is blither than her fong, Her paffions gently move along, Like the smooth gliding ftream. 133. ADIEU, ye ftreams, that fmoothly flow; Unhurt from you, my foul could fly, O! fairer than the rofy morn, Thy charms divinely fweet appear, --- 134 12 THE glitt'ring fun begins to rife Sa So I, like him, abandon'd and forlora LA I know how to love, and to make that love known I cannot bear love like a Chancery fuit, The age of a patriarch depending; Long courtship's the vice of a phlegmatic fool, Each rofey field did odours fpread, All fragrant was the fhore; So when the fair Egyptian queen Cindus (well'd o'er her banks with pride, Glide on, ye waters, bear these lines, Tell her, if e'er the proves unkind, I never fhall have reft." 137 WHAT beauties does Flora difclofe Nor all the gay flowers of the field, Nor Tweed, gliding gently thro' thofe, Such beauty and pleafure does yield." The warblers are heard in the grove.. The linnet, the lark, and the thrush; The black-bird, and Iweet cooing dove With mufic enchant ev'ry bush. Come, let us go forth to the mead," Let us fee how the primrofes fpring; We'll lodge in fome village on Tweed," And love while the feather'd folks fing. How does my love pafs the long day? ༎ While, happily, the lies afleep? Tweed's murmurs fhould lull her to reft, Kind nature indulging my blifs, To relieve the foft pains of my breast, der I'd fteal an ambrofial kifs. =fhe does the virgins excel; ='s graces all round her do dwelli he's faireft when thoufands are fair. charmer, where do thy flocks ftray? h! tell me at noon where they feed? I feek them on fweet winding Tay, = the pleasanter bank of the Tweed? 138 E heavy hours are almoft paft, at part my love and me; onging eyes may hope, at laft, eir only with to fee: Low, my Delia, will you meet e man you've lost so long? love in all your pulses beat, d tremble on your tongue? you in ev'ry look declare, ar heart is fill the fame,... teal each idle anxious care, -fears in abfence frame? Delia, thus I paint the fcene, en we shall shortly meer, ry what yet remains between, loit ring time to cheat. the dream that fooths my mind Il false and groundless prove; □ doom'd at length to find a you've forgot to love: Venus ask, is this, mare to let us join ; ant me here the flatt'ring blifs, ne, and think you mine. Afk me not of empty toys,, All delights the heart can know, Wealth of worlds, and crowns of kings, The fair, the fmart, the witty, I vow'd no more to wear the yoke; And figh'd for blue-ey'd Molly, With treffes next of flaxen hue, Then Cupid threw another foare, For thee their streams the Naiads roll, The daified hills are gay, Where (emblems of Amelia's foul) Will ftrive to please Amelia fair, 144 THE morning fresh, the fun in east New gilds the fmiling day; The lark forfakes his dewy neft, Come forth, my fair, come forth, bright m Come forth, &c. Lend ev'ry folded flow'r thy aid, And give them fweet delight, Thy prefence makes all nature smile, Thy trains the lift'ning birds beguile, Beneath the fragrant hawthorn-tree, E'er other eyes ye beauties fee, |