Nancy fir'd my artless breaft,

I ne'er faw girl fo clever;

I fometimes thought fhe'd make me bleft,
And fometimes fancy'd never:
Whene'er I told my am'rous tale,

With fighs oft intervening,
Your fuit, he'd cry, won't, here prevail
I cannot tell your meaning.
The wife remark, a man in love

Looks wond'rous foft and filly:
The truth coy Nancy made me prove,
For, oh! her heart was chilly
To balls and plays the us'd to range,
Her company still seen in ;

But still 'twas frange, 'twas mighty Arange,
She could not not tell my meaning.

I love you Nancy, oft I'd cry,
Without you, can't be eafy;
Oh! fhall I live, or fhall I die,

Pray tell me which will pleafe you ?
By all means live! the fair replies,
This paffion wants a weaning;
Declare yourself without difguite,
I cannot tell your meaning.

"

Oh! now, I thought's the lucky time;
Although fo long I've tarry'd,
I hope, I anfwer'd, 'tis no crime,

To fay, I'd fain be marry'd.
She gave her hand, nor feem'd to flight

The love there was no fcreening;
And now we live in fweet delight,
Vers'd in each other's meaning.
318.

DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;'
Or leave a kifs but in the cup, i

And I'll look not for wine:

The thirft that from my foul doth rife

Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar fip,
I wou'd not change for thine.
I fent thee late a rofy wreathe,
Not fo much hon'ring thee;
As giving it a hope that there

It would not wither'd be:
But thou thereon didft only breathe,
And fent it back to me;

Since when it grows and fmells, I fwear,
Not of itself, but thee.

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FAIR Semira, lovely maid,
Ceafe in pity to upbraid **
My opprefs'd but conftant heart;
Full fufficient are the woes,
Which my cruel ftars oppose;
Heav'n, alas! has done it's part.
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EV'RY nymph and thepherd, bring
Tribute to the queen of May;
Rifle for her brows the fpring,

Make her as the season gay;
Teach her then, from ev'ry flow'r,
How to use the fleeting hour.
Now the fair Narciffus blows
With his sweetness now delights;
By his fide the maiden rose

With her artless blush invites:
Such, fo fragrant and fo gay,
Is the blooming queen of May.
Soon the fair Narcissus dies,

Soon he drops his languid head; From the rofe her purple flies,

None inviting to her bed:
Such, tho' now fo fweet and gay,
Soon fhall be the queen of May.
Tho' thou art a rural queen,'

By the fuffrage of the fwains,
Beauty, like the vernal green,
In thy fhrine not long remains:

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Then be with a maiden, bold, frolic, and stout,

And no opportunity fhun:

She'll tell you the hates you, and fwear fhe'll cry But mum-fhe's as fure as a gun. [out;

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NEVER till now I knew love's smart,
Guess who was that ftole my heart,
'Twas only you, if you'll believe me.
'Twas only you, &c.

Since that I've felt love's fatal pow'r,
Heavy has pafs'd each anxious hour,
If not with you, if you'll believe me.
If not with you, &c.

Honor and wealth no joys can bring,
Nor I be happy, tho' a king,

If not with you, if you'll believe me,
If not with you, &'c.

When from this world I'm call'd away, alone I'd wish to stay,

For you

For you alone, if you'll believe me,
For you alone, &c.

Grave on my tomb, where'er I am laid,
Here lies one who lov'd but one maid,
That's only you, if you'll believe me.
That's only you, &c.

328 FORGIVE, fair creature, form'd to please, Forgive a wond'ring youth's dehi:

Thofe charms, thofe virtues, when he fees,
How can he fee, and not admire!
While each the other ftill improves ;
The fairest face, the nobleft mind;
Not with the proverb, he that loves,
But he that loves you not, is blind,

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GRAVE fops my envy now begèt,

Who did my pity move;
They, by the right of wanting wit,
Are free from cares of love.
Turks honour fools; because they are
By their defect fecure
From flavery and toil of war,

Which all the reft endure.
So I, who fuffer cold neglect
And wounds from Celia's eyes,
Begin extremely to respect

Thefe fools that feem fo wife.
'Tis true, they fondly fet their hearts
On chings of no delight;

To pafs all day for men of parts,
Thefe pafs alone at night.

But Celia never breaks their reft;

Such fervants the difdains: And to the tops are fully bleft, While I endure the chains. -330

GREAT Love! I own thy pow'r fupreme,

My mind has felt the dart;

No more the tranfitory flame
Plays lambient round my heart.

Bright Nancy's charms the bosom fire,
That erit was wont to rove;
And fenfe and beauty now conspire
To light an ardent love.

Then wonder not to hear me vow

That I can change no more;
Since the has all Heav'n can bestow,
Or fighing fwains adore.

Thus nature, foe to flatt'ry's frain,
Inftructs the busy bee
To range the produce of the plain,
And ev'ry fhrub and tree;
Till lighting on the bloomy rofe,
Where each sweet effence joins,
(Like me) the warmest with the shows,
To live where beauty fhines.

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How happy a lover's life paffes,
When beauty returns figh for figh!
He looks upon all men as affes,

Who have not fome girl in their eye.
With heart full as light as a feather,

He trips to the terras or parks;
Where fwains croud impatient together,
And maidens look out for their sparks.

What fweet palpitation arises,

When Chloe appears full in view; Her fmiles at more value he prizes, Than mifers the mines of Peru. Tho' fwift-winged time, as they're walking, Soon parts them, alas! by his flight; By reflection he still hears her talking, And abfent he keeps her in fight. Whenever abroad he regales him, And Bacbus calls out for his lafs; His love for his Chloe ne'er fails him, Her name gives a zest to his glass, No other amusements he prizes, Than those that from Chloe arife, She's firft in his thoughts when he rifes, And laft when he clofes his eyes. Then let not ambition distress us, Or fortune's fantastical chace; Love only with Chloe can bless us, And give all we want to embrace. 332.

HEAR me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry fwain, I'll tell how Peggy grieves me,

Tho' thus I languish, thus complain,
Alas! the ne'er believes me.
My vows and fighs, like filent air,
Unheeded, never move her;
At the bonny buth aboon Traquair,
'Twas there I firft did love her.
That day fhe fmil'd, and made me glad,
No maid feem'd ever kinder;
I thought myself the luckiest lad,
So fweetly there to find her.
I try'd to footh my am'rous flame,
In words that I thought tender;
If more there pafs'd, I'm not to blame,
I ment not to offend her.

Yet now the scornful flees the plain,
The fields we then frequented;
If e'er we meet the fhews difdain,
She looks as ne'er acquainted.
The bonny bush bloom'd fair in May,
It's fweets I'll ay remember;
But now her frowns make it decay,
It fades as in December.

Ye rural powers, who hears my ftraine,
Why thus fhould Peggy grieve me?
Oh! make her partner in my pains,

Then let her fmiles relieve me.
If not, my love will turn difpair,
My paffion no more tender,
I'll leave the bush aboon Traquair,
To lonly wilds I'll wander.
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How fweetly fmells the fimmer green!
Sweet tafte the peach and cherry's
Painting and order please our een,

And claret makes us merry: But finest colours, fruits and flowers, And wine, tho' I be thirsty, Lofe a' their charms and weaker powers, Compar'd with those of Chrifty

When wand'ring o'er the flow'ry park,”

No nat'ral beauty wanting,
How lightfome is't to hear the lark,
And birds in confort chanting;
But if my Chrifty tunes her voice,
I'm rapt in admiration 5
My thoughts with extafies rejoice,
And drap the hale creation.

Whene'er the fmiles a kindly glance,
I take the happy omen,
And aften ming to make advance,
Hoping fhe'll prove a woman;
But, dubious of my ain defert,
My fentiments I fmother;
With fecret fighs I vex my heart,
For fear the love another.
Thus fang blate Edie by a burn,
His Chrifty did o'er-hear him;
She daughtna let her lover mourn,

But e'er he wift drew near him.
She fpake her favour with a look

Which left nae room to doubt her:
He wifely this white minute took,
And flang his arms about her.
My Chrifty-witness, bonny stream,
Sic jeys Trae tears arifing,

I wish this may na-be a dream;

O love the maift fuprifing!
Time was to precious now for tauk;
This point of a' his wishes
He wadna with fet fpeeches bauk,
But war'd it a' on kiffes.

The difquiets my mind undergoes;
Time moves flowly on,
Content I have none;
Oh! feel for, and pity my woes.

My fair will be just,

I can't her miftruft,
Her promife is binding I'm fure;"
Then why fo lament?

For fhame, be content
For the prefent, her abfence endure.
The time fhortly will be,:
When I Delia fhall fee,

And with her in wedlock be join'd;
Then how happy my state,

I'll not envy the great,

But enjoy, with my fair, peace of mind. I covet not wealth,

But a good fhare of health,

For myfelf and the girl I adore:
We'll live at our eafe,

And do as we please;

Ye gods! what can mortals wifh more;

How fair is my love,"

As kind as the dove;

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Her temper both lively and gay:
The lily, and rose,

Upon her cheeks blows,

To give her the fplendor of May.

Her shape, and her mien,
Proclaim her the queen

Of beauty, of virtue, and truth;
Her eyes are like jet,

Her teeth neatly fet:

Ye gods! in the prime of her youth,

Her voice, like the thrush,

That fings on the bush

When meadows look blooming and gay;

Each nymph and each fwain,

That dance on the plain,

Are charm'd with my Phillis's lay.