Lamenting, frighted, and undone, I fly from place to place. None from undoing can remove Since all, who are not blind, must love; ALEXIS. The gods no fooner give a grace, Severely jealous, ever place, Proud and ill-natur'd powers they are, Who, peevish to mankind, For their own honour's fake, with care Then add a cruel mind. STREP HON. Since the 's infenfible of love, I to the nymph have never nam'd ALEXI S. Such bashfulness may well be blam'd; STREPHON, STREPHÓ N. But, if her haughty heart defpife ALEXIS. Would't live when love is loft? STREP HON. Rather what pleasure fhould I meet In my triumphant scorn, To fee my tyrant at my feet; While, taught by her, unmov'd I fit Ungentle fhepherd! ceafe, for fhame, To merit fo divine a flame, Who to dull life make a mean claim, When love is at an end? As As trees are by their bark embrac❜d, When torn by the herd's greedy taste, My rifled love would foon retire, Should I that nymph cease to admire, ALL things fubmit themselves to your command, Fair Cælia, when it does not love withstand: The power it borrows from your eyes alone; And throw himself for fame on his own dart. Who Who would refift an empire fo divine, any rage, and ravage o'er While in their crystal streams at once they show, And with them feed the flowers which they beftow : Though rudely throng'd by a too near embrace, In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace To the lov'd fea; for ftreams have their defires; Cool as they are, they feel love's powerful fires, And with fuch paffion, that if force Stop or moleft them in their amorous course, They fwell, break down with The banks they kifs'd, and flowers they fed before. Submit then, Calia, ere you be reduc'd, For rebels, vanquish'd once, are vilely us❜d. Beauty's no more but the dead foil, which Love Manures, and does by wife commerce improve: Sailing by fighs, through feas of tears, he fends Courtships from foreign hearts, Cherish the trade, for as with Indians we Get gold and jewels, for our trumpery, So to each other, for their useless toys, Lovers afford whole magazines of joys. But, if you 're fond of baubles, be, and starve, Your gewgaw reputation still preserve : for Live upon modesty and empty fame, your own ends : THE THE DISCOVERY. ÆLIA, that faithful fervant you difown, But bright ideas, such as you inspire, Too humble e'er to hope, fcarce to defire. Kill all you ftrike, and trample on their graves; |