SONGS.

I.

SONG.

STAY, Phœbus! ftay;

The world to which you fly so fast,
Conveying day

From us to them, can pay your hafte

With no fuch object, nor falute your rife

With no fuch wonder as De Mornay's eyes.

Well does this prove

The errour of thofe antique books

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Which made you move

About the world: her charming looks

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Would fix your beams, and make it ever day,

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Did not the rolling earth snatch her away.

II.

SONG.

SAY, lovely Dream! where couldst thou find

Shades to counterfeit that face?

Colours of this glorious kind

Come not from any mortal place.

In heav'n itself thou fure wert dreft
With that angel-like disguise :
Thus deluded him I bleft,
And fee my joy with closed eyes.

But, ah! this image is too kind
To be other than a Dream:
Cruel Sacharifla's mind

Never put on that sweet extreme!

Fair Dream! if thou intend'ft me grace,
Change that heav'nly face of thine;

Paint defpis'd love in thy face,
And make it t' appear like mine.

Pale, wan, and meagre, let it look,
With a pity-moving shape,
Such as wander by the brook

Of Lethe, or from graves escape.

Then to that matchless nymph appear,
In whose shape thou shinest so;

III.

SONG.

PEACE, babbling Muse!

I dare not fing what you endite;

Her eyes refufe

To read the paffion which they write :
She ftrikes my lute, but if it found,
Threatens to hurl it on the ground:
And I no lefs her anger dread

Than the poor wretch that feigns him dead,
While fome fierce lion does embrace

His breathlefs corpfe, and lick his face :
Wrapp'd up in filent fear he lies,

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Torn all in pieces if he cries.

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IV.

SONG.

I.

CHLORIS! farewell; I now must go;
For if with thee I longer flay,
Thy eyes prevail upon me fo,

I shall prove blind, and lose my way.

II.

Fame of thy beauty and thy youth,
Among the reft, me hither brought:

Finding this fame fall short of truth,
Made me stay longer than I thought.

III.

For I'm engag'd by word and oath,
A fervant to another's will;
Yet for thy love I'd forfeit both,
Could I be fure to keep it still.

IV.

But what affurance can I take,
When thou, foreknowing this abuse
For fome more worthy lover's fake,
May'ft leave me with fo juft excufe?

V.

For thou may't say, 't was not thy fault
That thou didst thus inconftant prove,
Being by my example taught

To break thy oath to mend thy love.

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VI.

No, Chloris! no: I will return,
And raise thy story to that height,
That ftrangers fhall at diftance burn,

And the diftruft me reprobate.

VII.

Then shall my love this doubt displace,
And gain fuch trust, that I may come

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And banquet fometimes on thy face,
But make my conftant meals at home.

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V.

SONG. TO FLAVIA.

I

"Tis not your beauty can engage

My wary heart;

The fun, in all his pride and rage,
Has not that art;

And yet he shines as bright as you,
If brightness could our foul fubdue.

II.

"Tis not the pretty things you say, Nor those you write,

Which can make Thyrfis' heart your prey:

BEHOLD the brand of Beauty toft!

See how the motion does dilate the flame!