Till beauty charming ev'ry fense, And fhow'd the vainness of defence, But oh! her colder heart denies 0. SONG XV. WITH women I have pafs'd my days, And ev'ry minute blefs'd; No fecret figh controul'd my ease, No wifh difturb'd my rest. Thus, void of care, my hours have flown, For ftill I found my heart my own. I often prais'd a handsome face, And fafe, 'examin'd ev'ry grace, Without a real figh. Thus, void of care, my hours have flown, For ftill I found my heart my own. I heard I heard the force of fpritely wit, Thus, void of care, my hours have flown, I liften'd to the Syrens voice The Syren could not fix my choice, The fong alone I lov'd. Thus, void of care, my hours have flown, For ftill I found my heart my own. But now, o Love I own thy reign, I saw, I heard, and felt the flame, O Cupid, take another aim, Or else my heart is broke! To Chloe let the dart be thrown, And make her heart no more her own. SONG SONG XVI. W WHY will Florella, when I gaze, My ravish'd eyes reprove, And chide them from the only face To shun your fcorn, and ease my care, I feek a nymph more kind; Alas! by fome degree of woe We ev'ry blifs must gain : The heart can ne'er a transport know, SONG XVIII. BY MATHEW PRIOR ESQ N IN vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over: That bear me far from what I love ? Be gentle, and in pity chufe To wish the wildest tempefts loose: SONG XIX. FAIN would you cafe my troubled heart, And by examples prove, That men unhurt may feel the dart, And bear the pangs of love. Why Why should not I then undergo 'Tis granted, most survive the blow, Your counfels may my thanks engage, But not my love controul; Alas! fuch juleps ne'er affwage This fever of the foul. Such to the burning patient give, Tell him that thousands through it live, SONG XX. HY, Delia, ever when I WH gaze, Appears in frowns that lovely face? Why are these fmiles to me denied From sweetest airs I fought relief, Το |