UPON DRINKING IN A BOWL. I. ULCAN, contrive me fuch a cup Shew all thy skill to trim it up, Damask it round with gold. II. Make it fo large, that, fill'd with fack Vaft toasts on the delicious lake, Like ships at fea, may 111. fwim. Engrave not battle on his cheek; With war I've nought to do; IV. Let it no name of planets tell, For I am no Sir Sidrophel, Nor none of his relations. V. But carve thereon a fpreading vine; Their limbs in amorous folds intwine, The type of future joys. VI. Cupid VI. Cupid and Bacchus my faints are. A S O N G. I. S Chloris full of harmless thoughts Kind Love a youthful fhepherd brought, II. She blush'd to be encounter'd fo, III. A fudden paffion feiz'd her heart, She found a pulse in every part, And love in every vein. IV. Ah, youth! (faid fhe) what charms are thefe, That conquer and furprize? Ah! let me--- e----for, unless you please, I have no power to rise. V. She fainting spoke, and trembling lay, Her lovely eyes her heart betray, VI. Thus fhe, who princes had deny'd, A SONG I. GIVE me leave to rail at you, I ask nothing but my due; To call you falfe, and then to say I must be your captive still. Ah! be kinder then; for I Cannot change, and would not die. II. Kindness has refiftlefs charms, And clips the wings of flying love. Beauty Beauty does the heart invade, Kindness only can perfuade; It gilds the lover's fervile chain, And makes the flaves grow pleas'd again. NOTHING adds to your fond fire More than scorn, and cold disdain : I, to cherish your defire, Kindness us'd, but 't was in vain. II. You infisted on your slave, Humble love you foon refus'd; Hope not then a power to have Which ingloriously you us’d. III. Think not, Thyrfis, I will e'er IV. Though you ftill poffefs my heart, Ah! forgive that only art V. You that could my heart fubdue, And of a conquer'd foe a friend. I Cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn ; Since that poor fwain that fighs for you, For you alone was born, No, Phillis, no, your heart to move A furer way I'll try ; And, to revenge my flighted love, Will still love on, will still love on, and die. II. When, kill'd with grief, Amyntas lies, And you to mind fhall call The fighs that now unpity'd rise, That |