II. Such is the malice of your fate, Think what a wretched thing is fhe, WH HAT cruel pains Corinna takes, When not one charm her face forfakes. So fweet a face, fo foft a heart, Such eyes fo very kind, Betray, alas! the filly art Virtue had ill defign’d. U 4 III. Poor III. Poor feeble tyrant! who in vain IV. The scorn fhe bears fo helpless proves, That much the fears (but more she loves) LOVE AND LIFE. A S O N G. I. ALL my paft life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone: Like tranfitory dreams given o'er, II. The time that is to come is not; How can it then be mine? The prefent moment 's all my lot; III. Then III. Then talk not of inconstancy, False hearts, and broken vows ; If I, by miracle, can be This live-long minute true to thee, 'Tis all that heaven allows. A SON G. I. WHILE on those lovely looks I gaze, To fee a wretch pursuing, In raptures of a bless'd amaze, His pleafing happy ruin ; 'Tis not for pity that I move; His fate is too aspiring, Whose heart, broke with a load of love, But if this murder you'd forego, A SONG. T A SONG. I. this moment a rebel, I throw down my arms, When innocence, beauty, and wit, do confpire Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me, Her beauty's inclin'd, or why should it purfue me? And wit has to pleasure been ever a friend; Then what room for defpair, fince delight is Love's end? There can be no danger in sweetness and youth, V. 'Tis more to maintain, than it was to furprize, VI. Too VI. Too bright is my goddess, her temple too weak: At the thought of those joys I should meet in her arms. UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS. T I. IS not that I am weary grown Of being yours, and yours alone : But with what face can I incline To damn you to be only mine: You, whom fome kinder power did fashion, The joy at least of a whole nation? 11. Let meaner fpirits of your sex, With humble aims their thoughts perplex: } } UPON |