But, mad with his love, Would soon finish his woes! When, in rage, he came there, And the bottom how deep! That a Lover forsaken, A new Love may get; But a neck, when once broken, Can never be set! And that he could die Whenever he would; But that he could live But as long as he could! How grievous soever The torment might grow; He scorned to endeavour To finish it so! But bold, unconcerned At thoughts of the pain, He calmly returned To his cottage again. 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!' PHILLIS'S RESOLUTION. 'WHEN Slaves their liberty require, 'Think how unjust a suit you make; '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; But different fates, ere night fulfil! How many, by his warmth, will live! How many will her coldness kill! FALSE though She be to me and Love; For still the Charmer I approve; In hours of bliss, we oft have met; |