To fo much Softness so much Senfe, Reason itself made no Defence. What pleafing Thoughts poffefs'd my Mind My Heart would fink, and Spirits fail'd, For, not yet bleft within your Arms, Who could have thought of half your Charms ? Charms of fuch a wondrous kind, Whose Memory will ever laft, w To be in Hell's fufficient Curfe, But to fall from Heav'n is worse. Then all my Comfort is, I fhall Live in thy Arms, or not at all. VOL. I. E The The trueft Joys they seldom prove, Tis the moft tender part of Love, Each other to forgive. When When leaft I feem'd concern'd, I took No Pleasure, nor no Reft; And when I feign'd an Angry Look, Alas, I lov'd you best. Own but the fame to me, you'll find Oh, to be happy, to be kind, Sure never is too late. SONG. ROM all uneafy Paffions free, FR Revenge, Ambition, Jealousy, Contented I had been too bleft, Safe from your Eyes, I fear'd no Griefs, but then I found no Joys. Amidst a thousand kind Defires, Which Beauty moves, and Love inspires; No Heart fo foft as mine can bear. Yet I'll defy the worst of Harms, Such are your Charms, 'Tis worth a Life to die within your Arms. To |