THE QUESTION TO LISETTA. WHAT Nymph should I admire, or trust, But CLOE beauteous! CLOE just? What Nymph should I desire to see, But her who leaves the plain for me? To whom should I compose the Lay, But her who listens when I play? To whom, in Song repeat my cares, But her who in my sorrow shares? For whom should I the garland make, But her who joys the gift to take, And boasts she wears it for my sake? In love, am I not fully blest? LISETTA, prithee, tell the rest! LISETTA'S REPLY. SURE, CLOE just, and CLOE fair, But when your cares to her you sing; When you the flowers for CLOE twine, Why do you, to her garland join . The meanest bud that falls from mine? Simplest of Swains! The World may see, Whom CLOE loves! and who loves me! CUPID MISTAKEN. As, after noon, one summer's day, New strung his bow, new filled his quiver. With skill, he chose his sharpest dart! 'I faint! I die!' the Goddess cried, 'O, cruel! couldst thou find none other To wreck thy spleen on? Parricide! Like NERO, thou hast slain thy mother!' Poor CUPID, sobbing, scarce could speak. 'Indeed, Mamma, I did not know ye! Alas! how easy my mistake! I took you for your likeness, CLOE!' THE merchant, to secure his treasure, My softest verse, my darling lyre, When CLOE noted her desire That I should sing! that I should play! My lyre I tune, my voice I raise; Fair CLOE blushed! EUPHELIA frowned! Remarked, 'How ill we all dissembled!' IF Wine and Music have the power But she to-morrow will return! Let us to-morrow's blessings own! IN IMITATION OF ANACREON. LET them censure! what care I? Let the wretches know, I write Bid the warbling Nine retire! And lose the Nymph, to gain the Bays! THE LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS. CELIA and I, the other day, The Nymph did, like the scene appear, Soft fell her words, as flew the air! That she would never miss one day, A walk so fine! a sight so gay! But, O, the change! The winds grow high! Impending tempests charge the sky! The lightning flies, the thunder roars; And big waves lash the frightened shores! Struck with the horror of the sight, She turns her head, and wings her flight; And, trembling, vows she'll ne'er again Approach the shore, or view the Main! |