PALINODE. How engaging, how endearing, Women wife increase defiring, By contriving kind delays; And advancing, or retiring, All they mean is more to please. A B SE NC E. A LAS! what pains, what racking thoughts he proves, Who lives remov'd from her he deareft loves! In cruel abfence doom'd past joys to mourn, SO N G. FALSE though the be to me and Love, I'll ne'er pursue Revenge For ftill the Charmer I approve, They could not always laft; I'm grateful for the past. SONG IN DIALOGUE, FOR TWO WOMEN. I I. Love, and am belov'd again, ; Strephon no more shall sigh in vain I've try'd his faith, and found him true, And all my coyness bid adieu. 2. I love, and am belov'd again, Yet ftill my Thyrfis fhall complain; 1. Men will grow faint with tedious fasting: 2. And both will tire with often tafting, When they find the blifs not lafting. 1. Love is compleat in kind poffeffing. 2. Ah no! ah no! that ends the bleffing. CHORUS OF BOTH. Then let us beware how far we consent, And granting defire We feed not the fire, But make it more quickly expire. SONG. S N G. I. 'ELL me no more I am deceiv'd; TEL That Chloe's falfe and common: As fuch, I lik'd, as fuch, carefs'd, II. But, oh her thoughts on others ran, You think the 's falfe, I'm fure the 's kind; I take her body, you her mind, Who has the better bargain? THE PETITION. RANT me, gentle Love, faid I, GR One dear bleffing ere I die; Long I've borne excefs of pain, Bloffing Bleffings greater none can have, Art thou not Amynta's flave? For Love, ev'n Love himself 's no more. RUEL Amynta, can you fee CRUE A heart thus torn, which you betray'd ? Love of himself ne'er vanquish'd me, But through your eyes the conqueft made. II. In ambush their the traitor lay, Where I was led by faithlefs fimiles: No wretches are fo loft as they, Whom much fecurity beguiles. S N G. I. EE, fee, fhe wakes, Sabina wakes! SEE, And now the fun begins to rife; Lefs glorious is the morn that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. 11. With fight united, day they give, Occafioned Occafioned by a LADY's having writ VERSES in Commendation of a POEM which was written in Praife of another LADY. HARD is the task, and bold th' adventurous flight, Of him, who dares in praise of beauty write; For when to that high theme our thoughts ascend, And he, who, praifing beauty, does no wrong, But when the fair themfelves approve his lays, E PI G RA M. Written after the Decease of Mrs. ARA BELLA HUNT, under her Picture drawn playing on a Lute. WERE there on earth another voice like thine, Another hand fo bleft with fkill divine! The late afflicted world fome hopes might have, And Harmony retrieve thee from the grave. SONG. |