CYNTHIA. Bright Cynthia's power divinely great, A thousand Cupids on her wait She seems the queen of love to reign Her face a charming prospect brings; I hear an angel when she sings, Four senses thus she feasts with joy, Let me the other sense employ [In Southerne's "Oroonoko."] IN VAIN YOU TELL. MATTHEW PRIOR. Born 1664-Died 1721. In vain you tell your parting lover- Be gentle, and in pity choose IF WINE AND MUSIC HAVE THE POWER. MATTHEW PRIOR. If wine and music have the power The sorrows of this live long night. But she to-morrow will return : AMYNTA, MATTHEW PRIOR. Let perjur'd, fair Amynta know But, oh! she scorns to hear or see NELLY. MATTHEW PRIOR. Whilst others proclaim This nymph or that swain, Dearest Nelly, the lovely I'll sing; She shall grace every verse, I'll her beauties rehearse, Which lovers can't think an ill thing. Her eyes shine as bright As stars in the night; Her complexion divinely is fair; Her lips red as a cherry, Would a hermit make merry, And black as a coal is her hair. Her breath, like a rose, Whenever you ravish a kiss; Like ivory enchased, Her teeth are well placed; An exquisite beauty she is. She's blooming as May, Brisk, lively, and gay, The graces play all round about her; She's prudent and witty, Sings wondrously pretty, And there is no living without her. THE GARLAND. MATTHEW PRIOR. The pride of every grove I chose, At morn the nymph vouchsafed to place The flowers she wore along the day, And every nymph and shepherd said, That in her hair they looked more gay Than glowing in their native bed. Undress'd at evening when she found Their odours lost, their colours past, She changed her look and on the ground Her garland and her eye she cast. That eye dropp'd sense distinct and clear, As any Muse's tongue could speak, When from its lid a pearly tear Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek. Dissembling what I knew too well, My love, my life, (said I) explain This change of humour; prythee tell, That falling tear, what does it mean? |