V. For thou may'st say, 'twas not thy fault To break thy oath, to mend thy love. VI. No, Chloris, no: I will return, VII. Then shall my love this doubt displace, UCH moving founds, from fuch a careless touch! SUC So unconcern'd herself, and we so much! What art is this, that with fo little pains Tranfports us thus, and o'er our spirits reigns? The trembling strings about her fingers crowd, And tell their joy for every kiss aloud: Small force there needs to make them tremble fo; Touch'd by that hand, who would not tremble too? Mufic fo foftens and difarms the mind, Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize, To a LADY finging a Song of his compofing. HLORIS, yourfelf you fo excel, CH When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought, That, like a spirit, with this spell Of my own teaching, I am caught. That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Efpy'd a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to foar so high. Had Echo with so sweet a grace Narciffus' loud complaints return'd, Not for reflection of his face, But of his voice, the boy had burn'd. OF MRS. ARDEN. BEHOLD, and liften, while the Fair Breaks in sweet sounds the willing air: On our abodes, the danger calls For For human aid; which hopes the flame Of the MARRIAGE of the DWARFS. DESIGN, or chance, make others wive; But nature did this match contrive: To him, for whom Heaven feem'd to frame, Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care! As if the world held none but them. Does to his Galatea feem: None may prefume her faith to prove ; Ah, Chloris! that kind nature thus TR LOVES FARE WELL. All that remain'd of me should have. And this refolve no mortal dame, None but thofe eyes, could have o'erthrown Thus the tall oak, which now afpires Above the fear of private fires; FROM A CHILD. MADAM, as in fome climes the warmer fun Makes it full fummer ere the fpring's begun a And with ripe fruit the bending boughs can load, Before our violets dare look abroad: So, measure not by any common use, The early love your brighter eyes produce. And you not blush, or think yourself too kind. Who Who now, I fear, while I thefe joys express, TH HAT which her flender waift confin'd, It was my heaven's extremeft fphere, A narrow compafs! and yet there TO THE MUTABLE FAIR, HERE, Calia! for thy fake I part With all that grew fo near my heart: The paffion that I had for thee, The faith, the love, the conftancy! And, that I may fuccessful prove, you love, |