LOVE AND FOLLY. A FABLE. LOVE and FOLLY were at play, And condemned to lead the blind. Then, wisely let 's venture ourselves to deceive, SECRET LOVE. I LOVE! but She alone shall know; Then, never let my love be told I may my pains of Love confess; But ne'er my joys reveal! LOVE DISARMED. BENEATH a myrtle's verdant shade, Still lay the God. The Nymph, surprised, Yet mistress of herself, devised How she the Vagrant might inthrall, Her bodice half way she unlaced; The God awaked; and thrice, in vain, Flutt'ring, the God, and weeping, said, |