011:00,000@@@@@| 011:00,000[' ]| 011:01,000[' ]| 011:01,001[A ]| Beyond the merit of the Age 011:01,002[A ]| You have adorned the Stage 011:01,003[A ]| So$5#1$ from rude farce to$4$ Comic order brought 011:01,004[A ]| Each action and each thought 011:01,005[A ]| To$4$ so$5#1$ sublime a Method as yet none 011:01,006[A ]| But mighty Ben alone 011:01,007[A ]| Durst ever compare, and he at distance too; 011:01,008[A ]| Were he alive he would resign to$4$ you. 011:01,009[A ]| Thou hast outdone even what He writ, 011:01,010[A ]| In$4$ this last great Example of thy wit. 011:01,011[A ]| Thy Solymour does his Morose destroy, 011:01,012[A ]| And thy Black Page undoes his Barbers Boy: 011:01,013[A ]| His whole College of Ladies must retire 011:01,014[A ]| Whilst we thy braver Heroines do admire. 011:01,015[A ]| This New Utopia raised by$4$ thee 011:01,016[A ]| Shall stand a Structure to$9$ be wondered at, 011:01,017[A ]| And men shall say 011:01,017@x | this! this is he 011:01,018@x | Who$6#1$ that$6#2$ Poetic City did create, 011:01,019@x | Of which$6#1$ Moor only did the Model draw. 011:01,020[A ]| You did complete that$6#2$ little world, and gave it Law. 011:01,021[A ]| If you too great a Prospect do allow 011:01,022[A ]| To$4$ those whom ignorance do at distance seat 011:01,023[A ]| It is not to$9$ say the object is less great, 011:01,024[A ]| But that$3$ they want sight to$9$ apprehend it so$5#2$; 011:01,025[A ]| The Ancient Poets in$4$ their times 011:01,026[A ]| When through the Peopled Streets they sung their Rhymes, 011:01,027[A ]| Found small applause, they sang, but still were poor, 011:01,028[A ]| Repeated wit enough at every door 011:01,029[A ]| To$9$ have made them Demi-Gods, but it would not do 011:01,030[A ]| Till Ages more refined esteemed them so$5#2$: 011:01,031[A ]| The Modern Poets have with like$2$ success 011:01,032[A ]| Quitted the Stage, and sallied from the Press. 011:01,033[A ]| Great Johnson scarce a Play brought forth 011:01,034[A ]| But Monster-like it frighted at its birth; 011:01,035[A ]| Yet he continued still to$9$ write 011:01,036[A ]| And still his Satire did more sharply bite. 011:01,037[A ]| He writ though certain of his doom 011:01,038[A ]| (Knowing his Power in$4$ Comedy) 011:01,039[A ]| To$9$ please a wiser Age to$9$ come; 011:01,040[A ]| And though he weapons wore to$9$ justify 011:01,041[A ]| The reason of his Pen; he could not bring 011:01,042[A ]| Dull souls to$4$ sense by$4$ Satyr nor by$4$ Cudgelling. 011:01,043[A ]| In$4$ vain the errors of the times 011:01,044[A ]| You strive by$4$ wholesome precepts to$9$ confute. 011:01,045[A ]| Not all your power in$4$ Prose nor Rhymes 011:01,046[A ]| Can finish the dispute, 011:01,047[A ]| Betwixt those that$6#1$ damn, and those that$6#1$ do admire 011:01,048[A ]| The heat of your Poetic fire: 011:01,049[A ]| Your soul of thought you may employ 011:01,050[A ]| A nobler way 011:01,051[A ]| Than in$4$ revenge upon$4$ a multitude, 011:01,052[A ]| Whose ignorance only make them rude: 011:01,053[A ]| Should you that$6#2$ justice do 011:01,054[A ]| You must forever bid adieu, 011:01,055[A ]| To$4$ Poetry Divine, 011:01,056[A ]| And every Muse of the nine; 011:01,057[A ]| For$3$ malice then with ignorance would join 011:01,058[A ]| And so$3$ undo the world and you 011:01,059[A ]| And Ravish from them that$6#1$ delight 011:01,060[A ]| Of seeing the wonders which$6#1$ you write; 011:01,061[A ]| And all your glories, unadmired must lie, 011:01,062[A ]| As Vestal beauties are entombed before they die. 011:01,063[A ]| Consider, and consult your wit 011:01,064[A ]| Despise those ills you must endure; 011:01,065[A ]| And raise your scorn as great as it, 011:01,066[A ]| Be confident, and then secure: 011:01,067[A ]| And let your rich fraught Pen 011:01,068[A ]| Adventure out again, 011:01,069[A ]| Maugre the storms which$6#1$ do oppose its course 011:01,070[A ]| (Storms which$6#1$ destroy without remorse:) 011:01,071[A ]| It may new worlds descry 011:01,072[A ]| Which$6#1$ peopled from thy brain may know 011:01,073[A ]| More than the Universe besides can show; 011:01,074[A ]| More Arts of Love, and more of Gallantry: 011:01,075[A ]| Write on$5$, and let not after Ages say 011:01,076[A ]| The Whistle, and rude Hiss could lay, 011:01,077[A ]| Thy mighty Spirit of Poetry, 011:01,078[A ]| Which$6#1$ but the Fools and guilty fly; 011:01,079[A ]| Who$6#1$ dare not in$4$ thy Mirror see, 011:01,080[A ]| Their own deformity. 011:01,081[A ]| Where thou in$4$ two, the world dost Character, 011:01,082[A ]| Since most of men Sir Graves, or Peacocks are. 011:01,083[A ]| And shall that$6#2$ Muse which$6#1$ did erewhile 011:01,084[A ]| Chant forth the glories of the British Isle, 011:01,085[A ]| Shall she who$6#1$ louder was than fame 011:01,086[A ]| Now useless lie, and tame? 011:01,087[A ]| She who$6#1$ late made the Amazons so$5#1$ great 011:01,088[A ]| And she who$6#1$ conquered Scythia too 011:01,089[A ]| Which$6#1$ Alexander never could do; 011:01,090[A ]| Will$1$ you permit her to$9$ retreat? 011:01,091[A ]| Silence will$1$ like$4$ submission show 011:01,092[A ]| And give advantage to$4$ the foe. 011:01,093[A ]| Undaunted let her once again appear 011:01,094[A ]| And let her loudly sing in$4$ every ear; 011:01,095[A ]| Then like$4$ thy Mistress' eyes who$6#1$ have the skill 011:01,096[A ]| Both to$9$ preserve and kill; 011:01,097[A ]| So$3$ thou at once must be revenged on$4$ those 011:01,098[A ]| That$6#1$ are thy foes; 011:01,099[A ]| And on$4$ thy Friends such obligations lay 011:01,100[A ]| As nothing but the deed, the doer can repay. 011:05,000@@@@@| 011:05,000[' ]| 011:05,001[C ]| Phillis, you ask me why I do pursue, 011:05,002[C ]| And Court no$2$ other Nymph but you; 011:05,003[C ]| And why with eyes, sighs, I do betray, 011:05,004[C ]| A passion which$6#1$ I dare not say: 011:05,005[C ]| His cause I love, and if you ask me why, 011:05,006[C ]| With women's answers, I must reply. 011:05,007[C ]| You ask me what Arguments I have to$9$ prove 011:05,008[C ]| That$3$ my unrest proceeds from Love: 011:05,009[C ]| You will$1$ not believe my passion till I show, 011:05,010[C ]| A better reason why it is so$5#2$; 011:05,011[C ]| Then Phillis let this reason serve for$4$ one, 011:05,012[C ]| I know I love, because my reason is gone. 011:05,013[C ]| You say a love like$4$ mine must needs declare, 011:05,014[C ]| The object so$5#1$ beloved, not fair; 011:05,015[C ]| That$3$ neither wit nor beauty in$4$ her dwell, 011:05,016[C ]| Whose lover can no$2$ reason tell: 011:05,017[C ]| Why it is he does adore, or why he burns; 011:05,018[C ]| Phillis, let them give such that$6#1$ have returns: 011:05,019[C ]| For$4$ by$4$ the self same reason, which$6#1$ you use, 011:05,020[C ]| Damon might justly, you accuse: 011:05,021[C ]| Why do you scorn and with a proud disdain, 011:05,022[C ]| Receive the Vows, but slight the Swain; 011:05,023[C ]| You say you cannot love, yet know no$2$ cause, 011:05,024[C ]| May I not prove my love, by$4$ your own Laws, 011:05,025[C ]| Am I not youthful, and as gay a Swain, 011:05,026[C ]| As ever appeared upon$4$ the Plain: 011:05,027[C ]| Have I not courted you withal the address, 011:05,028[C ]| An amorous Shepherd could profess; 011:05,029[C ]| To$9$ add to$4$ this, my Flocks and Herds, are great, 011:05,030[C ]| Yet this will$1$ scarce my happiness complete. 011:05,031[C ]| Thus you no$2$ reason for$4$ your coldness give, 011:05,032[C ]| And it is but just, you should believe; 011:05,033[C ]| That$3$ all your beauty unadorned by$4$ art, 011:05,034[C ]| Have hurt, and not obliged my heart. 011:05,035[C ]| Be kind to$4$ that$6#2$, return my passion too, 011:05,036[C ]| And I will$1$ give reason why I love you so$5#2$. 011:06,000@@@@@| 011:06,002[' ]| 011:06,001[' ]| 011:06,001[B ]| To$4$ thee, dear Paris, Lord of my Desires, 011:06,002[B ]| Once tender Partner of my softest Fires; 011:06,003[B ]| To$4$ thee I write, mine, whilst a Shepherd's Swain, 011:06,004[B ]| But now a Prince, that$6#2$ Title you disdain. 011:06,005[B ]| Oh fatal Pomp, that$6#1$ could so$5#1$ soon divide 011:06,006[B ]| What Love, and all our Vows so$5#1$ firmly tied! 011:06,007[B ]| What God our Loves industrious to$9$ prevent, 011:06,008[B ]| Cursed thee with power, and ruined my Content? 011:06,009[B ]| Greatness which$6#1$ does at best but ill agree 011:06,010[B ]| With Love, such distance sets betwixt Thee and Me. 011:06,011[B ]| Whilst thou a Prince, and I a Shepherdess, 011:06,012[B ]| My raging Passion can have no$2$ redress. 011:06,013[B ]| Would God, when first I saw thee, thou hadst been 011:06,014[B ]| This Great, this Cruel, Celebrated thing. 011:06,015[B ]| That$3$ without hope I might have gazed and bowed, 011:06,016[B ]| And mixed my Adoration with the Crowd; 011:06,017[B ]| Unwounded then I had escaped those Eyes, 011:06,018[B ]| Those lovely Authors of my Miseries. 011:06,019[B ]| Not that$3$ less Charms their fatal power had dressed, 011:06,020[B ]| But Fear and Awe my Love had then suppressed; 011:06,021[B ]| My unambitious Heart no$2$ Flame had known, 011:06,022[B ]| But what Devotion pays to$4$ Gods alone. 011:06,023[B ]| I might have wondered, and have wished that$3$ He, 011:06,024[B ]| Whom Heaven should make me love, might look like$4$ Thee. 011:06,025[B ]| More in$4$ a silly Nymph had been a sin, 011:06,026[B ]| This had the height of my Presumption been. 011:06,027[B ]| But thou a Flock didst feed on$4$ Ida's Plain, 011:06,028[B ]| And hadst no$2$ Title, but The lovely Swain. 011:06,029[B ]| A Title! which$6#1$ more Virgin Hearts has won, 011:06,030[B ]| Than that$6#2$ of being owned King Priam's Son. 011:06,031[B ]| Whilst me a harmless Neighbouring Cottager 011:06,032[B ]| You saw, and did above the rest prefer. 011:06,033[B ]| You saw! and at first sight you loved me too, 011:06,034[B ]| Nor could I hide the wounds received from you. 011:06,035[B ]| Me all the Village Herdsmen strove to$9$ gain, 011:06,036[B ]| For$4$ me the Shepherds sighed and sued in$4$ vain, 011:06,037[B ]| Thou hadst my heart, and they my cold disdain. 011:06,038[B ]| Not all their Offerings, Garlands, and first born 011:06,039[B ]| Of their loved Ewes, could bribe my Native scorn. 011:06,040[B ]| My Love, like$4$ hidden Treasure long concealed, 011:06,041[B ]| Could only where it was destined, be revealed. 011:06,042[B ]| And yet how long my Maiden blushes strove 011:06,043[B ]| Not to$9$ betray the easy new born Love. 011:06,044[B ]| But at thy sight the kindling Fire would rise, 011:06,045[B ]| And I, unskilled, declare it at my Eyes. 011:06,046[B ]| But oh the Joy! the mighty Ecstasy 011:06,047[B ]| Possessed thy Soul at this Discovery. 011:06,048[B ]| Speechless, and panting at my feet you lay, 011:06,049[B ]| And short-breathed Sighs told what you could not say. 011:06,050[B ]| A thousand times my hand with Kisses pressed, 011:06,051[B ]| And looked such Darts, as none could ever resist. 011:06,052[B ]| Silent we gazed, and as my Eyes met thine, 011:06,053[B ]| New Joy filled theirs, new Love and shame filled mine! 011:06,054[B ]| You saw the Fears my kind disorder shows, 011:06,055[B ]| And broke your Silence with a thousand Vows! 011:06,056[B ]| Heavens, how you swore! by$4$ every Power Divine 011:06,057[B ]| You would be ever true! be ever mine: 011:06,058[B ]| Each God, a sacred witness you invoke, 011:06,059[B ]| And wished their Curse whenever these Vows you broke. 011:06,060[B ]| Quick to$4$ my Heart the perjured Accents ran, 011:06,061[B ]| Which$6#1$ I took in$5$, believed, and was undone. 011:06,062[B ]| "Vows are Love's poisoned Arrows, and the heart 011:06,063[B ]| So$5#2$ wounded, rarely finds a Cure in$4$ Art. 011:06,064[B ]| At least this heart which$6#1$ Fate has destined yours, 011:06,065[B ]| This heart unpractised in$4$ Loves mystic powers. 011:06,066[B ]| For$3$ I am soft, and young as April Flowers. 011:06,067[B ]| Now uncontrolled we meet, unchecked improve 011:06,068[B ]| Each happier Minute in$4$ new Joys of Love! 011:06,069[B ]| Soft were our hours! and lavishly the Day 011:06,070[B ]| We gave entirely up$5$ to$4$ Love, and Play. 011:06,071[B ]| Oft to$4$ the cooling Groves, our Flocks we led, 011:06,072[B ]| And seated on$4$ some shaded, flowery Bed; 011:06,073[B ]| Watched the united Wantons as they fed. 011:06,074[B ]| And all the Day my listening Soul I hung 011:06,075[B ]| Upon$4$ the charming Music of thy Tongue. 011:06,076[B ]| And never thought the blessed hours too long. 011:06,077[B ]| No$2$ swain, no$2$ God like$4$ thee could ever move, 011:06,078[B ]| Or had so$5#1$ soft an Art in$4$ whispering Love, 011:06,079[B ]| No$2$ wonder that$3$ thou wert Allied to$4$ Jove. 011:06,080[B ]| And when you piped, or sung, or danced, or spoke, 011:06,081[B ]| The God appeared in$4$ every Grace, and Look. 011:06,082[B ]| Pride of the Swains, and Glory of the Shades, 011:06,083[B ]| The Grief, and Joy of all the Love-sick Maids. 011:06,084[B ]| Thus whilst all hearts you ruled without Control, 011:06,085[B ]| I reigned the absolute Monarch of your Soul. 011:06,086[B ]| Each Beech my Name yet bears, carved out by$4$ thee, 011:06,087[B ]| Paris, and his Oenone fill each Tree; 011:06,088[B ]| And as they grow, the Letters larger spread, 011:06,089[B ]| Grow still! a witness of my Wrongs when dead! 011:06,090[B ]| Close by$4$ a silent silver Brook there grows 011:06,091[B ]| A Poplar, under whose dear gloomy Boughs 011:06,092[B ]| A thousand times we have exchanged our Vows! 011:06,093[B ]| Oh mayst thou grow! to$4$ an endless date of Years! 011:06,094[B ]| Who$6#1$ on$4$ thy Bark this fatal Record bears; 011:06,095@c | When Paris to$4$ Oenone proves untrue, 011:06,096@c | Back Xanthus Streams shall to$4$ their Fountains flow. 011:06,097[B ]| Turn! turn! your Tide, back to$4$ your Fountains run! 011:06,098[B ]| The perjured Swain from all his Faith is gone! 011:06,099[B ]| Cursed be that$6#2$ day, may Fate point out the hour, 011:06,100[B ]| As ominous in$4$ his black Calendar; 011:06,101[B ]| When Venus, Pallas, and the Wife of Jove 011:06,102[B ]| Descended to$4$ thee in$4$ the Myrtle Grove, 011:06,103[B ]| In$4$ shining Chariots drawn by$4$ winged Clouds: 011:06,104[B ]| Naked they came, no$2$ Veil their Beauty shrouds; 011:06,105[B ]| But every Charm, and Grace exposed to$4$ view, 011:06,106[B ]| Left Heaven to$9$ be surveyed, and judged by$4$ you. 011:06,107[B ]| To$9$ bribe thy voice, Juno would Crowns bestow, 011:06,108[B ]| Pallas more gratefully would dress thy Brow 011:06,109[B ]| With Wreaths of Wit! Venus proposed the choice 011:06,110[B ]| Of all the fairest Greeks! and had thy Voice. 011:06,111[B ]| Crowns, and more glorious Wreaths thou didst despise, 011:06,112[B ]| And promised Beauty more than Empire prize! 011:06,113[B ]| This when you told, Gods! what a killing fear 011:06,114[B ]| Did over all my shivering Limbs appear? 011:06,115[B ]| And I presaged some ominous Change was near! 011:06,116[B ]| The Blushes left my Cheeks, from every part 011:06,117[B ]| The Blood ran swift to$9$ guard my fainting heart. 011:06,118[B ]| You in$4$ my Eyes the glimmering Light perceived 011:06,119[B ]| Of parting Life, and on$4$ my pale Lips breathed 011:06,120[B ]| Such Vows, as all my Terrors undeceived. 011:06,121[B ]| But soon the envying gods disturbed our Joys, 011:06,122[B ]| Declare thee Great! and all my Bliss destroys! 011:06,123[B ]| And now the Fleet is Anchored in$4$ the Bay 011:06,124[B ]| That$6#1$ must to$4$ Troy the glorious youth convey. 011:06,125[B ]| Heavens! how you looked! and what a Godlike Grace 011:06,126[B ]| At their first Homage beautified your Face! 011:06,127[B ]| Yet this no$2$ Wonder, or amazement brought, 011:06,128[B ]| You still a Monarch were in$4$ Soul, and thought! 011:06,129[B ]| Nor could I tell which$6#1$ most the Sight augments, 011:06,130[B ]| Your Joys of Power, or parting Discontents. 011:06,131[B ]| You kissed the Tears which$6#1$ down my Cheeks did glide, 011:06,132[B ]| And mingled yours with the soft falling Tide, 011:06,133[B ]| And betwixt your Sighs a thousand times you said 011:06,134@c | Cease my Oenone! Cease my charming Maid! 011:06,135@c | If Paris lives his Native Troy to$9$ see, 011:06,136@c | My lovely Nymph, thou shalt a Princess be! 011:06,137[B ]| But my Prophetic Fear no$2$ Faith allows, 011:06,138[B ]| My breaking Heart resisted all thy Vows. 011:06,139@b | Ah must we part, 011:06,139[B ]| I cried! those killing words 011:06,140[B ]| No$2$ further Language to$4$ my Grief affords. 011:06,141[B ]| Trembling, I fell upon$4$ thy panting Breast 011:06,142[B ]| Which$6#1$ was with equal Love, and Grief oppressed, 011:06,143[B ]| Whilst sighs and looks, all dying spoke the rest, 011:06,144[B ]| About thy Neck my feeble Arms I cast, 011:06,145[B ]| Not Vines, nor Ivy circle Elms so$5#1$ fast. 011:06,146[B ]| To$9$ stay, what dear Excuses didst thou frame, 011:06,147[B ]| And fanciedst Tempests when the Seas were calm? 011:06,148[B ]| How oft the Winds contrary feigned to$9$ be, 011:06,149[B ]| When they alas were only so$5#2$ to$4$ me! 011:06,150[B ]| How oft new Vows of lasting Faith you swore, 011:06,151[B ]| And betwixt your Kisses all the old run over? 011:06,152[B ]| But now the wisely Grave, who$6#1$ Love despise, 011:06,153[B ]| (Themselves past hope) do busily advise, 011:06,154[B ]| Whisper Renown, and Glory in$4$ thy Ear, 011:06,155[B ]| Language which$6#1$ Lovers fright, and Swains never hear. 011:06,156@x | For$4$ Troy they cry! these Shepherd's Weeds lay down. 011:06,157@x | Change Crooks for$4$ Sceptres! Garlands for$4$ a Crown! 011:06,158[B ]| But sure that$6#2$ Crown does far less easy fit, 011:06,159[B ]| Than Wreaths of Flowers, less innocent and sweet. 011:06,160[B ]| Nor can thy Beds of State so$5#1$ grateful be, 011:06,161[B ]| As those of Moss, and new fallen Leaves with me! 011:06,162[B ]| Now towards the Beach we go, and all the way 011:06,163[B ]| The Groves, the Fern, dark Woods, and Springs survey; 011:06,164[B ]| That$6#1$ were so$5#1$ often conscious to$4$ the Rites 011:06,165[B ]| Of sacred Love, in$4$ our dear stolen Delights. 011:06,166[B ]| With Eyes all languishing, each place you view, 011:06,167[B ]| And sighing cry, 011:06,167@c | Adieu, dear Shades, Adieu! 011:06,168[B ]| Then it was thy Soul even doubted which$6#1$ to$9$ do, 011:06,169[B ]| Refuse a Crown, or those dear Shades forgo! 011:06,170[B ]| Glory and Love! the great dispute pursued, 011:06,171[B ]| But the false Idol soon the God subdued. 011:06,172[B ]| And now on$4$ Board you go, and all the Sails 011:06,173[B ]| Are loosened, to$9$ receive the flying Gales. 011:06,174[B ]| Whilst I half dead on$4$ the forsaken Strand, 011:06,175[B ]| Beheld thee sighing on$4$ the Deck to$9$ stand, 011:06,176[B ]| Wasting a thousand Kisses from thy Hand, 011:06,177[B ]| And whilst I could the lessening Vessel see, 011:06,178[B ]| I gazed, and sent a thousand Sighs to$4$ thee! 011:06,179[B ]| And all the Sea-born Nereids implore 011:06,180[B ]| Quick to$9$ return thee to$4$ our Rustic shore. 011:06,181[B ]| Now like$4$ a Ghost I glide through every Grove, 011:06,182[B ]| Silent, and sad as Death, about I rove, 011:06,183[B ]| And visit all our Treasuries of Love! 011:06,184[B ]| This Shade the account of thousand Joys does hide, 011:06,185[B ]| As many more this murmuring Rivers side. 011:06,186[B ]| Where the dear Grass, as sacred, does retain 011:06,187[B ]| The print, where thee and I so$5#1$ oft have lain. 011:06,188[B ]| Upon$4$ this Oak thy Pipe, and Garland is placed, 011:06,189[B ]| The Sycamore is with thy Sheephook graced. 011:06,190[B ]| Here feed thy Flocks, once loved though now thy scorn; 011:06,191[B ]| Like$4$ me forsaken, and like$4$ me forlorn! 011:06,192[B ]| A Rock there is, from whence I could survey 011:06,193[B ]| From far the bluish Shore, and distant Sea, 011:06,194[B ]| Whose hanging top with toil I climb each day, 011:06,195[B ]| With greedy View the prospect I run over, 011:06,196[B ]| To$9$ see what wished for$5$ Ships approach our shore, 011:06,197[B ]| One day all hopeless on$4$ its point I stood, 011:06,198[B ]| And saw a Vessel bounding over the Flood, 011:06,199[B ]| And as it nearer drew, I could discern 011:06,200[B ]| Rich Purple Sails, Silk Cords, and Golden Stern; 011:06,201[B ]| Upon$4$ the Deck a Canopy was spread 011:06,202[B ]| Of Antique work in$4$ Gold and Silver made. 011:06,203[B ]| Which$6#1$ mixed with Sun-beams dazzling Light displayed. 011:06,204[B ]| But oh! beneath this glorious Scene of State 011:06,205[B ]| (Cursed be the sight) a fatal Beauty sat. 011:06,206[B ]| And fondly you were on$4$ her Bosom laid, 011:06,207[B ]| Whilst with your perjured Lips her Fingers played; 011:06,208[B ]| Wantonly curled and dallied with that$6#2$ hair, 011:06,209[B ]| Of which$6#1$, as sacred Charms, I Bracelets wear. 011:06,210[B ]| Oh! hadst thou seen me then in$4$ that$6#2$ mad state 011:06,211[B ]| So$5#1$ ruined, so$5#1$ designed for$4$ Death and Fate, 011:06,212[B ]| Fixed on$4$ a rock, whose horrid Precipice 011:06,213[B ]| In$4$ hollow Murmurs wars with Angry Seas; 011:06,214[B ]| Whilst the bleak Winds aloft my Garments bear, 011:06,215[B ]| Ruffling my careless and dishevelled hair, 011:06,216[B ]| I looked like$4$ the sad Statue of Despair. 011:06,217[B ]| With out-stretched voice I cried, and all around 011:06,218[B ]| The Rocks and Hills my dire complaints resound. 011:06,219[B ]| I rend my Garments, tear my flattering Face, 011:06,220[B ]| Whose false deluding Charms my Ruin was. 011:06,221[B ]| Mad as the Seas in$4$ Storms, I breathe Despair, 011:06,222[B ]| Or Winds let loose in$4$ unresisting Air. 011:06,223[B ]| Raging and Frantic through the Woods I fly, 011:06,224[B ]| And 011:06,224@b | Paris! lovely, faithless, Paris; 011:06,224[B ]| cry. 011:06,225[B ]| But when the Echoes found thy Name again. 011:06,226[B ]| I change to$4$ new variety of Pain. 011:06,227[B ]| For$3$ that$6#2$ dear Name such tenderness inspires, 011:06,228[B ]| As turns all Passion to$4$ Love's softer Fires: 011:06,229[B ]| With tears I fall to$4$ kind Complaints again, 011:06,230[B ]| So$3$ Tempests are allayed by$4$ Showers of Rain. 011:06,231[B ]| Say, lovely Youth, why wouldst thou thus betray 011:06,232[B ]| My easy Faith, and lead my heart astray? 011:06,233[B ]| It might some humble Shepherd's Choice have been, 011:06,234[B ]| Had I that$6#2$ Tongue never heard, those Eyes never seen. 011:06,235[B ]| And in$4$ some homely Cot, in$4$ low Repose, 011:06,236[B ]| Lived undisturbed with broken Vows and Oaths: 011:06,237[B ]| All day by$4$ shaded Springs my Flocks have kept, 011:06,238[B ]| And in$4$ some honest Arms at Night have slept. 011:06,239[B ]| Then unupbraided with my wrongs thou hadst been 011:06,240[B ]| Safe in$4$ the Joys of the fair Grecian Queen. 011:06,241[B ]| What Stars do rule the Great? no$2$ sooner you 011:06,242[B ]| Became a Prince, but you were Perjured too. 011:06,243[B ]| Are Crowns and Falsehoods then consistent things? 011:06,244[B ]| And must they all be faithless who$6#1$ are Kings? 011:06,245[B ]| The gods be praised that$3$ I was humbly born, 011:06,246[B ]| Even though it renders me my Paris scorn. 011:06,247[B ]| And I had rather this way wretched prove, 011:06,248[B ]| Than be a queen and faithless in$4$ my Love. 011:06,249[B ]| Not my fair rival would I wish to$9$ be, 011:06,250[B ]| To$9$ come profaned by$4$ others' Joys to$4$ thee. 011:06,251[B ]| A spotless Maid into thy Arms I brought, 011:06,252[B ]| Untouched in$4$ Fame, even Innocent in$4$ thought. 011:06,253[B ]| Whilst she with Love has treated many a guest, 011:06,254[B ]| And brings thee but the leavings of a Feast: 011:06,255[B ]| With Theseus from her Country made Escape, 011:06,256[B ]| Whilst she miscalled the willing Flight, a Rape. 011:06,257[B ]| So$3$ now from Atreus Son, with thee is fled, 011:06,258[B ]| And still the Rape hides the Adulterous Deed. 011:06,259[B ]| And is it thus Great Ladies keep entire 011:06,260[B ]| That$6#2$ Virtue they so$5#1$ boast, and you admire? 011:06,261[B ]| Is this a Trick of Courts, can Ravishment 011:06,262[B ]| Serve for$4$ a poor Evasion of Consent? 011:06,263[B ]| Hard shift to$9$ save that$6#2$ Honour prized so$5#1$ high, 011:06,264[B ]| Whilst the mean Fraud is the greater Infamy. 011:06,265[B ]| How much more happy are we Rural Maids, 011:06,266[B ]| Who$6#1$ know no$2$ other Palaces than Shades? 011:06,267[B ]| Who$6#1$ want no$2$ Titles to$9$ enslave the Crowd, 011:06,268[B ]| Lest they should babble all our Crimes aloud. 011:06,269[B ]| No$2$ Arts our good to$9$ show, our Ills to$9$ hide, 011:06,270[B ]| Nor know to$9$ cover faults of Love with Pride. 011:06,271[B ]| I loved, and all Love's Dictates did pursue, 011:06,272[B ]| And never thought it could be Sin with you. 011:06,273[B ]| To$4$ Gods, and Men, I did my Love proclaim 011:06,274[B ]| For$3$ one soft hour with thee, my charming Swain, 011:06,275[B ]| Would Recompense an Age to$9$ come of Shame, 011:06,276[B ]| Could it as well but satisfy my Fame. 011:06,277[B ]| But oh! those tender hours are fled and lost, 011:06,278[B ]| And I no$2$ more of Fame, or Thee can boast! 011:06,279[B ]| It was thou wert Honour, Glory, all to$4$ me: 011:06,280[B ]| Till Swains had learned the Vice of Perjury, 011:06,281[B ]| No$2$ yielding Maids were charged with Infamy. 011:06,282[B ]| It is false and broken Vows make Love a Sin, 011:06,283[B ]| Hadst thou been true, We innocent had been. 011:06,284[B ]| But thou less faith than Autumn leaves dost show, 011:06,285[B ]| Which$6#1$ every Blast bears from their native Bough. 011:06,286[B ]| Less Weight, less Constancy, in$4$ thee is born 011:06,287[B ]| Than in$4$ the slender mildewed Ears of Corn. 011:06,288[B ]| Oft when you garlands wove to$9$ deck my hair, 011:06,289[B ]| Where mystic Pinks, and Daisies mingled were, 011:06,290[B ]| You swore it was fitter Diadems to$9$ bear: 011:06,291[B ]| And when with eager Kisses pressed my Hand, 011:06,292[B ]| Have said, 011:06,292@c | How well a Sceptre it would command! 011:06,293[B ]| And if I danced upon$4$ the Flowery Green, 011:06,294[B ]| With charming, wishing Eyes survey my Mien, 011:06,295[B ]| And cry! 011:06,295@c | the Gods designed thee for$4$ a Queen! 011:06,296[B ]| Why then for$4$ Helen dost thou me forsake? 011:06,297[B ]| Can a poor empty Name such difference make? 011:06,298[B ]| Besides, if Love can be a Sin thine is one, 011:06,299[B ]| Since Helen does to$4$ Menelaus belong. 011:06,300[B ]| Be Just, restore her back, She is none of thine, 011:06,301[B ]| And, charming Paris, thou art only mine. 011:06,302[B ]| It is no$2$ Ambitious Flame that$6#1$ makes me sue 011:06,303[B ]| To$9$ be again beloved, and blest with you; 011:06,304[B ]| No$2$ vain desire of being Allied to$4$ a King, 011:06,305[B ]| Love is the only Dowry I can bring, 011:06,306[B ]| And tender Love is all I ask again. 011:06,307[B ]| Whilst on$4$ her dangerous Smiles fierce War must wait 011:06,308[B ]| With Fire and Vengeance at your Palace gate, 011:06,309[B ]| Rouse your soft Slumbers with their rough Alarms, 011:06,310[B ]| And rudely snatch you from her faithless Arms: 011:06,311[B ]| Turn then fair Fugitive, before it is too late, 011:06,312[B ]| Before thy mistaken Love procures thy Fate; 011:06,313[B ]| Before a wronged Husband does thy Death design, 011:06,314[B ]| And pierce that$6#2$ dear, that$6#2$ faithless Heart of thine. 011:07,000@@@@@| 011:07,000[' ]| 011:07,001[B ]| Lord what a House is here, how Thin it is grown! 011:07,002[B ]| As Church before Conventicling was put down: 011:07,003[B ]| Since all the Brave are to$4$ Newmarket gone! 011:07,004[B ]| Declining States-men are abandoned too, 011:07,005[B ]| Who$6#1$ scarce a Heartless Whig will$1$ Visit now: 011:07,006[B ]| Who$6#1$ once had Crowds of Mutineers in$4$ Fashion, 011:07,007[B ]| Fine drawn in$4$ Cullies of the Association: 011:07,008[B ]| Sparks, Justices and Jurymen by$4$ Dozens, 011:07,009[B ]| Whom his perverted late betrays and Cozens. 011:07,010[B ]| But change of Scene, having unveiled their Cheats, 011:07,011[B ]| Pensive State Puss alone, Majestic Sits; 011:07,012[B ]| Purrs on$4$ his pointless Mischiefs, though in$4$ vain; 011:07,013[B ]| Verses are all the Darlings of his Brain. 011:07,014[B ]| So$3$ we who$6#1$ having Plotted long to$9$ please, 011:07,015[B ]| With new Parts, new Clothes, new Face, new Dress; 011:07,016[B ]| To$9$ draw in$5$ all the yielding Hearts of the Town, 011:07,017[B ]| His Highness comes and all our hopes are gone. 011:07,018[B ]| Ah Fickle Youth, what lasting Joys have we, 011:07,019[B ]| When Beauty is thus left for$4$ Loyalty; 011:07,020[B ]| I would to$4$ Heaven ye had been all Whigs for$4$ me: 011:07,021[B ]| Whilst Honest Tory Fools abroad do Roam, 011:07,022[B ]| Whig Lovers Stay and Plot, and Love at Home. 011:07,023[B ]| Nay one advantage greater far than this, 011:07,024[B ]| The Party helps to$9$ keep their Mistresses. 011:07,025[B ]| The Devil is in$4$ it if I am not Fine and Vain, 011:07,026[B ]| Whom public Bank Contribute to$9$ Maintain. 011:08,000@@@@@| 011:08,000[' ]| 011:08,001[C ]| And now Messiers, what do you say, 011:08,002[C ]| Unto our Modern Conscientious Play? 011:08,003[C ]| Nor Whig, nor Tory here can take Offence, 011:08,004[C ]| It Libels neither Patriot, Peer nor Prince. 011:08,005[C ]| Nor Sheriff, nor Burgess, nor the Reverend Gown; 011:08,006[C ]| Faith Here is no$2$ Scandal worth Eight Hundred Pound, 011:08,007[C ]| Our Damage is at most but Half a Crown. 011:08,008[C ]| Only this Difference you must allow, 011:08,009[C ]| That$3$ you receive the Affront and pay us too; 011:08,010[C ]| Would somebody had managed matters so$5#2$. 011:08,011[C ]| Here is no$2$ Reflection on$4$ Damned Witnesses, 011:08,012[C ]| We Scorn such out of Fashion things as these, 011:08,013[C ]| They fail to$9$ be Beloved, and fail to$9$ Please. 011:08,014[C ]| No$2$ Salamanchian Doctorship is Abused, 011:08,015[C ]| Nor a Malicious Statesman here Accused. 011:08,016[C ]| Though here are Fools of every Fashion, 011:08,017[C ]| Except State Fools, the Fools of Reformation. 011:08,018[C ]| And these Originals decline so$5#1$ fast, 011:08,019[C ]| We shall have none to$9$ Copy by$5$ at last. 011:08,020[C ]| There is Joe and Jack a pair of Whining Fools 011:08,021[C ]| And Leigh, and I, Dull, Lavish, Creeping Tools. 011:08,022[C ]| Bowman is for$4$ Mischief all, and carries on$5$ 011:08,023[C ]| With Fawn and Sneer as Gilting Whig has done, 011:08,024[C ]| But like$4$ theirs too, his Projects are over thrown. 011:08,025[C ]| Sweet mistress Corall here has lost her Lover, 011:08,026[C ]| Pshaw English or Irish ground shall find another. 011:08,027[C ]| Poor Madam Butler too, are you defeated, 011:08,028[C ]| You never were before so$5#1$ basely Cheated. 011:08,029[C ]| Here Mistress Betty, Hah! she is grown a very Woman, 011:08,030[C ]| Thou hast got me Child, better me than no$2$ man. 011:08,031[C ]| Here is Blundering Richards is my Huffing Esquire, 011:08,032[C ]| Damn me, the best in$4$ England is for$4$ it, do ye hear. 011:08,033[C ]| Is that$6#2$ your Cue, come nearer, Faith thy Face 011:08,034[C ]| Has Features not unlike Joe Hains's Grace. 011:08,035[C ]| Impudence assist thee; and boldly try 011:08,036[C ]| To$9$ speak for$4$ us, and for$4$ the Comedy. 011:08,000[' ]| 011:08,037@w | I will$1$ do it Gallants, I will$1$ Justify this Play: 011:08,038@w | Od*Zoons it is Good, and if you liked you may. 011:09,000@@@@@| 011:09,000[' ]| 011:09,001[B ]| How we shall please ye now I cannot say; 011:09,002[B ]| But Sirs, Faith here is News from Rome today; 011:09,003[B ]| Yet know withal, we have no$2$ such Packets here, 011:09,004[B ]| As you read once a Week from Monkey CARE. 011:09,005[B ]| But instead of that$6#2$ Lewd Stuff (that$6#1$ clogs the Nation) 011:09,006[B ]| Plain Love and Honour; (though quite out of Fashion;) 011:09,007[B ]| Ours is a Virgin Rome, long, long, before 011:09,008[B ]| Pious Geneva Rhetoric called her Whore; 011:09,009[B ]| For$3$ it be known to$4$ their Eternal Shames, 011:09,010[B ]| Those Saints were always good at calling Names: 011:09,011[B ]| Of Scarlet Whores let them their Wills devise, 011:09,012[B ]| But let them raise no$2$ other Scarlet Lies; 011:09,013[B ]| Lies that$6#1$ advance the Good Old Cause, and bring 011:09,014[B ]| Into Contempt the Prelates with the KING. 011:09,015[B ]| Why should the Rebel Party be afraid? 011:09,016[B ]| They are Rats and Weasels gnaw the Lion's Beard, 011:09,017[B ]| And then in$4$ Ignoramus Holes they think, 011:09,018[B ]| Like$4$ other Vermin, to$9$ lie close, and stink. 011:09,019[B ]| What have ye got ye Conscientious Knaves, 011:09,020[B ]| With all your Fancied Power, and Bully Braves? 011:09,021[B ]| With all your standing to$4$ it; your Zealous Furies; 011:09,022[B ]| Your Lawless Tongues, and Arbitrary Juries? 011:09,023[B ]| Your Burlesque Oaths, when one Green-Ribbon-Brother 011:09,024[B ]| In$4$ Conscience will$1$ be Perjured for$4$ another? 011:09,025[B ]| Your Plots, Cabals; Your Treats, Association, 011:09,026[B ]| Ye shame, ye very Nuisance of the Nation, 011:09,027[B ]| What have ye got but one poor Word? Such Tools 011:09,028[B ]| Were Knaves before; to$4$ which$6#1$ you have added Fools. 011:09,029[B ]| Now I dare swear, some of you Whigsters say, 011:09,030[B ]| Come on$5$, now for$4$ a swinging Tory Play. 011:09,031[B ]| But, Noble Whigs, pray let not those Fears start ye, 011:09,032[B ]| Nor fright hence any of the Sham Sheriffs Party; 011:09,033[B ]| For$3$, if you will$1$ take my censure of the story, 011:09,034[B ]| It is as harmless as ever came before ye, 011:09,035[B ]| And writ before the times of Whig and Tory. 011:10,000@@@@@| 011:10,000[' ]| 011:10,001[B ]| Fair Ladies, pity an unhappy Maid, 011:10,002[B ]| By$4$ Fortune, and by$4$ faithless Love betrayed. 011:10,003[B ]| Innocent once. ~~ I scarce knew how to$9$ sin, 011:10,004[B ]| Till that$6#2$ unlucky Devil entering in$5$, 011:10,005[B ]| Did all my Honour, all my Faith undo: 011:10,006[B ]| Love! like$4$ Ambition, makes us Rebels too: 011:10,007[B ]| And of all Treasons, mine was most accursed; 011:10,008[B ]| Rebelling against a King and Father first. 011:10,009[B ]| A sin, which$6#1$ Heaven nor Man can ever forgive; 011:10,010[B ]| Nor could I Act it with the face to$9$ live. 011:10,011[B ]| My Dagger did my Honours Cause redress; 011:10,012[B ]| But Oh! my blushing Ghost must needs confess, 011:10,013[B ]| Had my young Charming Lover faithful been, 011:10,014[B ]| I fear I had died with unrepented Sin. 011:10,015[B ]| There is nothing can my Reputation save 011:10,016[B ]| With all the True, the Loyal and the Brave; 011:10,017[B ]| Not my Remorse, or Death, can expiate 011:10,018[B ]| With them a Treason gainst the KING and State. 011:10,019[B ]| Some Love-sick Maid perhaps, now I am gone, 011:10,020[B ]| (Raging with Love, and by$4$ that$6#2$ Love undone,) 011:10,021[B ]| May form some little Argument for$4$ me, 011:10,022[B ]| To$9$ excuse my Ingratitude and Treachery. 011:10,023[B ]| Some of the Sparks too, that$6#1$ infect the Pit, 011:10,024[B ]| (Whose Honesty is equal to$4$ their Wit, 011:10,025[B ]| And think Rebellion but a petty Crime, 011:10,026[B ]| Can turn to$4$ all sides Interest does incline,) 011:10,027[B ]| May cry 011:10,027@x | ""Igad I think the Wench is wise; 011:10,028@x | Had it proved Lucky, it was the way to$9$ rise. 011:10,029@x | She had a Roman Spirit, that$6#1$ disdains 011:10,030@x | Dull Loyalty, and the Yoke of Sovereigns. 011:10,031@x | A Pox of Fathers, and Reproach to$9$ come; 011:10,032@x | She was the first and noblest Whig of Rome."" 011:10,033[B ]| But may that$6#2$ Ghost in$4$ quiet never rest, 011:10,034[B ]| Who$6#1$ thinks itself with Traitors' Praises blest. 011:11,000@@@@@| 011:11,000[' ]| 011:11,001[A ]| Thou Great Young Man permit amongst the Crowd 011:11,002[A ]| Of those that$6#1$ sing thy mighty Praises Loud, 011:11,003[A ]| My humbler Muse to$9$ bring her Tribute too; 011:11,004[A ]| Inspired by$4$ Thy vast Flights of Verse 011:11,005[A ]| Methinks I should some wonderous thing Rehearse 011:11,006[A ]| Worthy Divine Lucretius, and Diviner You! 011:11,007[A ]| But I of feebler Seeds designed, 011:11,008[A ]| While the slow moving Atoms strove 011:11,009[A ]| With Careless Heed to$9$ Form my Mind, 011:11,010[A ]| Composed it all of softer Love: 011:11,011[A ]| In$4$ Gentle Numbers all my Songs are dressed: 011:11,012[A ]| And when I would Thy Glories sing, 011:11,013[A ]| What in$4$ Strong Manly Verse should be expressed 011:11,014[A ]| Turns all to$4$ Womanish Tenderness within; 011:11,015[A ]| Whilst that$6#2$ which$6#1$ Admiration does Inspire, 011:11,016[A ]| In$4$ other Souls, kindles in$4$ Mine a Fire. 011:11,017[A ]| Let them Admire thee on$5$ ~~ whilst I this newer way 011:11,018[A ]| Pay thee yet more than They, 011:11,019[A ]| For$3$ more I owe, since thou hast taught Me more, 011:11,020[A ]| Than all the Mighty Bards that$6#1$ went before; 011:11,021[A ]| Others long since have pauld the vast Delight, 011:11,022[A ]| In$4$ Duller Greek and Latin satisfied the Appetite: 011:11,023[A ]| But I unlearned in$4$ Schools disdain that$3$ Mine 011:11,024[A ]| Should treated be at any feast but Thine. 011:11,025[A ]| Till now I cursed my Sex and Education, 011:11,026[A ]| And more the scanted Customs of the Nation, 011:11,027[A ]| Permitting not the Female Sex to$9$ tread 011:11,028[A ]| The Mighty Paths of Learned Heroes Dead. 011:11,029[A ]| The Godlike Virgil and Great Homer's Muse 011:11,030[A ]| Like$4$ Divine Mysteries are concealed from us, 011:11,031[A ]| We are forbid all grateful Themes, 011:11,032[A ]| No$2$ ravishing Thoughts approach our Ear; 011:11,033[A ]| The Fulsome Jingle of the Times 011:11,034[A ]| Is all we are allowed to$9$ Understand, or Hear. 011:11,035[A ]| But as of old when Men unthinking lay, 011:11,036[A ]| Before Gods were worshipped, or before Laws were framed 011:11,037[A ]| The wiser Bard that$6#1$ taught them first to$9$ obey, 011:11,038[A ]| Was next to$4$ what he taught Adored and Famed; 011:11,039[A ]| Gentler they grew, their Words and Manners changed; 011:11,040[A ]| And Savage now no$2$ more the Woods they ranged: 011:11,041[A ]| So$3$ Thou by$4$ this Translation dost advance 011:11,042[A ]| Our Knowledge from the State of Ignorance; 011:11,043[A ]| And Equallest Us to$4$ Man! Oh how shall We 011:11,044[A ]| Enough Adore, or Sacrifice enough to$4$ Thee! 011:11,045[A ]| The Mystic Terms of Rough Philosophy 011:11,046[A ]| Thou doest so$5#1$ Plain and Easily Express, 011:11,047[A ]| Yet Deckest them in$4$ so$5#1$ soft and Gay a Dress, 011:11,048[A ]| So$5#1$ Intelligent to$4$ each Capacity; 011:11,049[A ]| That$3$ They at once Instruct, and charm the Sense 011:11,050[A ]| With heights of Fancy, Heights of Eloquence; 011:11,051[A ]| And Reason over all unfettered Plays, 011:11,052[A ]| Wanton and undisturbed as Summer's Breeze 011:11,053[A ]| That$6#1$ gliding Murmurs over the Trees, 011:11,054[A ]| And no$2$ hard Notion meets, or stops its way; 011:11,055[A ]| It Pierces, Conquers, and Compels 011:11,056[A ]| As strong as Faith's resistless Oracles, 011:11,057[A ]| Faith the Religious Soul's content, 011:11,058[A ]| Faith the secure Retreat of Routed Argument. 011:11,059[A ]| Hail Sacred Wadham! whom the Muses Grace, 011:11,060[A ]| And from the rest of all the Reverend Pile 011:11,061[A ]| Of Noble Palaces, designed thy Space 011:11,062[A ]| Where they in$4$ soft retreat might dwell. 011:11,063[A ]| They blest thy Fabric, and they said ~~ 011:11,063@x | do Thou 011:11,064@x | Our Darling Sons contain; 011:11,065@x | We Thee our Sacred Nursery ordain, 011:11,066[A ]| They said, and Blest, and it was so$5#2$. 011:11,067[A ]| And if of old the Fanes of Sylvian Gods 011:11,068[A ]| Were Worshipped as Divine Abodes; 011:11,069[A ]| If Courts are held as sacred Things, 011:11,070[A ]| For$4$ being the Awful seats of Kings: 011:11,071[A ]| What Veneration should be paid 011:11,072[A ]| To$4$ Thee that$6#1$ hast such wondrous Poets made? 011:11,073[A ]| To$4$ Gods for$4$ fear Devotion was designed, 011:11,074[A ]| And safety made us bow to$4$ Majesty: 011:11,075[A ]| Poets by$4$ Nature Awe, and Charm the Mind, 011:11,076[A ]| Are born, not made or by$4$ Religion, or Necessity. 011:11,077[A ]| The Learned Thirsis did to$4$ Thee belong, 011:11,078[A ]| Who$6#1$ Athens Plague has so$5#1$ divinely sung; 011:11,079[A ]| Thirsis to$4$ Wit, as sacred Friendship true 011:11,080[A ]| Paid mighty Cowley's memory its due. 011:11,081[A ]| Thirsis, who$6#1$ while a greater Plague did reign 011:11,082[A ]| Than that$6#2$ which$6#1$ Athens did depopulate 011:11,083[A ]| Scattering Rebellious Fury over the Plain, 011:11,084[A ]| That$6#1$ threatened ruin to$4$ the Church and State, 011:11,085[A ]| Unmoved He stood and feared no$2$ Threats of Fate, 011:11,086[A ]| That$6#2$ Loyal Champion for$4$ the Church and Crown 011:11,087[A ]| Still did his Sovereign's Cause espouse, 011:11,088[A ]| And was above the Thanks of the mad Senate-House. 011:11,089[A ]| Strephon the Great, whom last you sent abroad, 011:11,090[A ]| Who$6#1$ writ, and Loved and Looked like$4$ any God, 011:11,091[A ]| For$4$ whom the Muses mourn, the Love sick Maids 011:11,092[A ]| Are languishing in$4$ Melancholy shades; 011:11,093[A ]| The Cupids flag their Wings, their Bows untie, 011:11,094[A ]| And useless Quivers hang neglected by$5$; 011:11,095[A ]| And scattered Arrows all around them lie: 011:11,096[A ]| By$4$ murmuring Brooks the Careless Deities are laid, 011:11,097[A ]| Weeping their Rifled Power now noble Strephon is Dead. 011:11,098[A ]| Ah Sacred Wadham couldst thou never own 011:11,099[A ]| But this Delight of all Mankind and thine, 011:11,100[A ]| For$4$ Ages past of Dullness this alone 011:11,101[A ]| This charming Hero would atone, 011:11,102[A ]| And make Thee glorious to$4$ succeeding time. 011:11,103[A ]| But thou like$4$ Nature's self disdainest to$9$ be 011:11,104[A ]| Stinted to$4$ singularity. 011:11,105[A ]| As fast as she, thou dost Produce, 011:11,106[A ]| And over all the sacred Mystery does infuse 011:11,107[A ]| No$2$ sooner was famed Strephon's Glory set, 011:11,108[A ]| Strephon the soft, the Lovely, Gay and Great; 011:11,109[A ]| But Daphnis rises like$4$ the Morning Star 011:11,110[A ]| That$6#1$ guides the wandering Traveller from afar 011:11,111[A ]| Daphnis, whom every Grace, and Muse inspires 011:11,112[A ]| Scarce Strephon's Ravishing Poetic Fires 011:11,113[A ]| So$5#1$ kindly warm, or so$5#1$ Divinely Cheer. 011:11,114[A ]| Advance Young Daphnis as thou hast begun, 011:11,115[A ]| So$3$ let thy mighty Race be run; 011:11,116[A ]| Thou in$4$ thy large Poetic Chase 011:11,117[A ]| Beginnest where others end the Race. 011:11,118[A ]| If now thy grateful numbers are so$5#1$ strong, 011:11,119[A ]| If they so$5#1$ Early can such Graces show 011:11,120[A ]| Like$4$ Beauty, so$5#1$ surprising, whilst so$5#1$ young: 011:11,121[A ]| What Daphnis, will$1$ thy riper Judgment do; 011:11,122[A ]| When thy unbounded Verse in$4$ their own streams shall flow? 011:11,123[A ]| What Wonders will$1$ they not produce, 011:11,124[A ]| When thy immortal fancy is loose. 011:11,125[A ]| Unfettered, Unconfined by$4$ any other Muse? 011:11,126[A ]| Advance Young Daphnis then, and mayst thou prove 011:11,127[A ]| Still happy in$4$ thy Poetry and Love. 011:11,128[A ]| May all the Groves, with Daphnis songs be Blest, 011:11,129[A ]| Whilst every Bark, is with thy Distichs dressed: 011:11,130[A ]| May timorous Maids, learn how to$9$ love from thence, 011:11,131[A ]| And the Glad Shepherd Arts of Eloquence: 011:11,132[A ]| And when to$4$ solitudes thou wouldst retreat, 011:11,133[A ]| May their tuned Pipes, thy welcome celebrate; 011:11,134[A ]| Whilst all the Nymphs strow Garlands at thy Feet. 011:11,135[A ]| May all the purling streams, that$6#1$ murmuring pass 011:11,136[A ]| The shady Groves, and Banks of Flowers, 011:11,137[A ]| The low reposing Beds of Grass, 011:11,138[A ]| Contribute to$4$ thy softest Hours. 011:11,139[A ]| Mayst thou thy muse and mistress there Caress, 011:11,140[A ]| And may one heighten the other's happiness; 011:11,141[A ]| And whilst thou thus Divinely dost converse, 011:11,142[A ]| We are content to$9$ know, and to$9$ admire thee in$4$ thy Verse. 011:12,000@@@@@| 011:12,000[' ]| 011:12,000[' ]| 011:12,001[A ]| Blest Age! when every Purling Stream 011:12,002[A ]| Ran undisturbed and clear, 011:12,003[A ]| When no$2$ scorned Shepherds on$4$ your Banks were seen, 011:12,004[A ]| Tortured by$4$ Love, by$4$ Jealousy, or Fear; 011:12,005[A ]| When an Eternal Spring dressed every Bough, 011:12,006[A ]| And Blossoms fell, by$4$ new ones dispossessed; 011:12,007[A ]| These their kind Shade affording all below, 011:12,008[A ]| And those a Bed where all below might rest. 011:12,009[A ]| The Groves appeared all dressed with Wreaths of Flowers, 011:12,010[A ]| And from their Leaves dropped Aromatic Showers, 011:12,011[A ]| Whose fragrant Heads in$4$ Mystic Twines above, 011:12,012[A ]| Exchanged their Sweets, and mixed with thousand Kisses, 011:12,013[A ]| As if the willing Branches strove 011:12,014[A ]| To$9$ beautify and shade the Grove 011:12,015[A ]| Where the young wanton Gods of Love 011:12,016[A ]| Offer their Noblest Sacrifice of Blisses. 011:12,017[A ]| Calm was the Air, no$2$ Winds blew fierce and loud, 011:12,018[A ]| The Sky was darkened with no$2$ sullen Cloud; 011:12,019[A ]| But all the Heavens laughed with continued Light, 011:12,020[A ]| And scattered round their Rays serenely bright. 011:12,021[A ]| No$2$ other Murmurs filled the Ear 011:12,022[A ]| But what the Streams and Rivers purled, 011:12,023[A ]| When Silver Waves over Shining Pebbles curled; 011:12,024[A ]| Or when young Zephirs fanned the Gentle Breeze, 011:12,025[A ]| Gathering fresh Sweets from Balmy Flowers and Trees, 011:12,026[A ]| Then bore them on$4$ their Wings to$9$ perfume all the Air: 011:12,027[A ]| While to$4$ their soft and tender Play, 011:12,028[A ]| The Gray-Plumed Natives of the Shades 011:12,029[A ]| Unwearied sing till Love invades, 011:12,030[A ]| Then Bill, then sing again, while Love and Music makes the Day. 011:12,031[A ]| The stubborn Plough had then, 011:12,032[A ]| Made no$2$ rude Rapes upon$4$ the Virgin Earth; 011:12,033[A ]| Who$6#1$ yielded of her own accord her plenteous Birth; 011:12,034[A ]| Without the Aids of men; 011:12,035[A ]| As if within her Teeming Womb, 011:12,036[A ]| All Nature, and all Sexes lay, 011:12,037[A ]| Whence new Creations every day 011:12,038[A ]| Into the happy World did come: 011:12,039[A ]| The Roses filled with Morning Dew; 011:12,040[A ]| Bent down their loaded heads, 011:12,041[A ]| To$9$ Adorn the careless Shepherds' Grassy Beds 011:12,042[A ]| While still young opening Buds each moment grew 011:12,043[A ]| And as those withered, dressed his shaded Couch anew; 011:12,044[A ]| Beneath whose boughs the Snakes securely dwelt, 011:12,045[A ]| Not doing harm, nor harm from others felt; 011:12,046[A ]| With whom the Nymphs did Innocently play, 011:12,047[A ]| No$2$ spiteful Venom in$4$ the wantons lay; 011:12,048[A ]| But to$4$ the touch were Soft, and to$4$ the sight were Gay. 011:12,049[A ]| Then no$2$ rough Sound of War's Alarms, 011:12,050[A ]| Had taught the World the needless use of Arms: 011:12,051[A ]| Monarchs were uncreated then, 011:12,052[A ]| Those Arbitrary Rulers over men; 011:12,053[A ]| Kings that$6#1$ made Laws, first broke them, and the Gods 011:12,054[A ]| By$4$ teaching us Religion, first set the World at Odds: 011:12,055[A ]| Till then Ambition was not known, 011:12,056[A ]| That$6#2$ Poison to$4$ Content, Bane to$4$ Repose; 011:12,057[A ]| Each Swain was Lord over his own will$0$ alone, 011:12,058[A ]| His Innocence Religion was, and Laws. 011:12,059[A ]| Nor needed any troublesome defence 011:12,060[A ]| Against his Neighbour's Insolence. 011:12,061[A ]| Flocks, Herds, and every necessary good 011:12,062[A ]| Which$6#1$ bounteous Nature had designed for$4$ Food, 011:12,063[A ]| Whose kind increase over-spread the Meads and Plains, 011:12,064[A ]| Was then a common Sacrifice to$4$ all the agreeing Swains. 011:12,065[A ]| Right and Property were words since made, 011:12,066[A ]| When Power taught Mankind to$9$ invade: 011:12,067[A ]| When Pride and Avarice became a Trade; 011:12,068[A ]| Carried on$5$ by$4$ discord, noise and wars, 011:12,069[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ they bartered wounds and scars; 011:12,070[A ]| And to$9$ Enhance the Merchandise, miscalled it, Fame, 011:12,071[A ]| And Rapes, Invasions, Tyrannies, 011:12,072[A ]| Was gaining of a Glorious Name: 011:12,073[A ]| Styling their savage slaughters, Victories; 011:12,074[A ]| Honour, the Error and the Cheat 011:12,075[A ]| Of the Ill-natured Busy Great, 011:12,076[A ]| Nonsense, invented by$4$ the Proud, 011:12,077[A ]| Fond Idol of the slavish Crowd, 011:12,078[A ]| Thou wert not known in$4$ those blest days 011:12,079[A ]| Thy Poison was not mixed with our unbounded Joys; 011:12,080[A ]| Then it was glory to$9$ pursue delight, 011:12,081[A ]| And that$6#2$ was lawful all, that$6#1$ Pleasure did invite, 011:12,082[A ]| Then it was the Amorous world enjoyed its Reign; 011:12,083[A ]| And Tyrant Honour strove to$9$ usurp in$4$ Vain. 011:12,084[A ]| The flowry Meads the Rivers and the Groves, 011:12,085[A ]| Were filled with little Gay-winged Loves: 011:12,086[A ]| That$6#1$ ever smiled and danced and Played, 011:12,087[A ]| And now the woods, and now the streams invade, 011:12,088[A ]| And where they came all things were gay and glad: 011:12,089[A ]| When in$4$ the Myrtle Groves the Lovers sat 011:12,090[A ]| Oppressed with a too fervent heat; 011:12,091[A ]| A Thousand Cupids fanned their wings aloft, 011:12,092[A ]| And through the Boughs the yielded Air would waft: 011:12,093[A ]| Whose parting Leaves discovered all below, 011:12,094[A ]| And every God his own soft power admired, 011:12,095[A ]| And smiled and fanned, and sometimes bent his Bow; 011:12,096[A ]| Where ever he saw a Shepherd uninspired. 011:12,097[A ]| The Nymphs were free, no$2$ nice, no$2$ coy disdain, 011:12,098[A ]| Denied their Joys, or gave the Lover pain; 011:12,099[A ]| The yielding Maid but kind Resistance makes; 011:12,100[A ]| Trembling and blushing are not marks of shame, 011:12,101[A ]| But the Effect of kindling flame: 011:12,102[A ]| Which$6#1$ from the sighing burning Swain she takes, 011:12,103[A ]| While she with tears all soft, and down-cast eyes, 011:12,104[A ]| Permits the Charming Conqueror to$9$ win the Prize. 011:12,105[A ]| The Lovers thus, thus uncontrolled did meet, 011:12,106[A ]| Thus all their Joys and Vows of Love repeat: 011:12,107[A ]| Joys which$6#1$ were everlasting, ever new 011:12,108[A ]| And every Vow inviolably true; 011:12,109[A ]| Not kept in$4$ fear of Gods, no$2$ fond Religious cause, 011:12,110[A ]| Nor in$4$ Obedience to$4$ the duller Laws. 011:12,111[A ]| Those Fopperies of the Gown were then not known, 011:12,112[A ]| Those Vain those Politic Curbs to$9$ keep man in$5$, 011:12,113[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ a fond mistake Created that$6#2$ a Sin; 011:12,114[A ]| Which$6#1$ freeborn we, by$4$ right of Nature claim our own. 011:12,115[A ]| Who$6#2$ but the Learned and dull moral Fool 011:12,116[A ]| Could gravely have foreseen, man ought to$9$ live by$4$ Rule? 011:12,117[A ]| Oh cursed Honour! thou who$6#1$ first didst damn, 011:12,118[A ]| A Woman to$4$ the Sin of shame; 011:12,119[A ]| Honour! that$6#2$ robbest us of our Gust, 011:12,120[A ]| Honour! that$6#2$ hindered mankind first, 011:12,121[A ]| At Love's Eternal Spring to$9$ quench his amorous thirst. 011:12,122[A ]| Honour! who$6#1$ first taught lovely Eyes the art, 011:12,123[A ]| To$9$ wound, and not to$9$ cure the heart: 011:12,124[A ]| With Love to$9$ invite, but to$9$ forbid with Awe, 011:12,125[A ]| And to$4$ themselves prescribe a Cruel Law; 011:12,126[A ]| To$9$ Veil them from the Lookers on$5$, 011:12,127[A ]| When they are sure the slave is undone, 011:12,128[A ]| And all the Charmingest part of Beauty hid; 011:12,129[A ]| Soft Looks, consenting Wishes, all denied. 011:12,130[A ]| It gathers up$5$ the flowing Hair, 011:12,131[A ]| That$6#1$ loosely played with wanton Air. 011:12,132[A ]| The Envious Net, and stinted order hold, 011:12,133[A ]| The lovely Curls of Jet and shining Gold, 011:12,134[A ]| No$2$ more neglected on$4$ the Shoulders hurled: 011:12,135[A ]| Now dressed to$9$ Tempt, not gratify the World, 011:12,136[A ]| Thou Miser Honour hoardest the sacred store, 011:12,137[A ]| And starvest thyself to$9$ keep thy Votaries poor. 011:12,138[A ]| Honour! that$6#1$ puttest our words that$6#1$ should be free 011:12,139[A ]| Into a set Formality. 011:12,140[A ]| Thou base Debaucher of the generous heart, 011:12,141[A ]| That$6#1$ teachest all our Looks and Actions Art; 011:12,142[A ]| What Love designed a sacred Gift, 011:12,143[A ]| What Nature made to$9$ be possessed, 011:12,144[A ]| Mistaken Honour, made a Theft, 011:12,145[A ]| For$3$ Glorious Love should be confessed: 011:12,146[A ]| For$3$ when confined, all the poor Lover gains, 011:12,147[A ]| Is broken Sighs, pale Looks, Complaints, and Pains. 011:12,148[A ]| Thou Foe to$4$ Pleasure, Nature's worst Disease, 011:12,149[A ]| Thou Tyrant over mighty Kings, 011:12,150[A ]| What makest thou here in$4$ Shepherds' Cottages; 011:12,151[A ]| Why troublest thou, the quiet Shades and Springs? 011:12,152[A ]| Be gone, and make thy Famed resort 011:12,153[A ]| To$4$ Princes' Palaces; 011:12,154[A ]| Go Deal and Chaffer in$4$ the Trading Court, 011:12,155[A ]| That$6#2$ busy Market for$4$ Fantastic Things; 011:12,156[A ]| Be gone and interrupt the short Retreat, 011:12,157[A ]| Of the Illustrious and the Great; 011:12,158[A ]| Go break the Politicians sleep, 011:12,159[A ]| Disturb the Gay Ambitious Fool, 011:12,160[A ]| That$6#1$ longs for$4$ Sceptres, Crowns, and Rule, 011:12,161[A ]| Which$6#1$ not his title, nor his Wit can keep; 011:12,162[A ]| But let the humble honest Swain go on$5$, 011:12,163[A ]| In$4$ the blest Paths of the first rate of man; 011:12,164[A ]| That$6#1$ nearest were to$4$ Gods allied, 011:12,165[A ]| And formed for$4$ love alone, disdained all other Pride. 011:12,166[A ]| Be gone! and let the Golden age again, 011:12,167[A ]| Assume its Glorious Reign; 011:12,168[A ]| Let the young wishing Maid confess, 011:12,169[A ]| What all your Arts would keep concealed: 011:12,170[A ]| That$6#2$ Mystery will$1$ be revealed, 011:12,171[A ]| And she in$4$ vain denies, whilst we can guess, 011:12,172[A ]| She only shows the Jilt to$9$ teach man how, 011:12,173[A ]| To$9$ turn the false Artillery on$4$ the Cunning Foe. 011:12,174[A ]| Thou empty Vision hence, be gone, 011:12,175[A ]| And let the peaceful Swain love on$5$; 011:12,176[A ]| The swift paced hours of life soon steal away: 011:12,177[A ]| Stint not ye Gods his short lived Joy. 011:12,178[A ]| The Spring decays, but when the Winter has gone, 011:12,179[A ]| The Trees and Flowers anew comes on$5$. 011:12,180[A ]| The Sun may set, but when the night is fled, 011:12,181[A ]| And gloomy darkness does retire, 011:12,182[A ]| He rises from his Watery Bed: 011:12,183[A ]| All Glorious, Gay, all dressed in$4$ Amorous Fire. 011:12,184[A ]| But Sylvia when your Beauties fade, 011:12,185[A ]| When the fresh Roses on$4$ your Cheeks shall die, 011:12,186[A ]| Like$4$ Flowers that$6#1$ wither in$4$ the Shade, 011:12,187[A ]| Eternally they will$1$ forgotten lie, 011:12,188[A ]| And no$2$ kind spring their sweetness will$1$ supply. 011:12,189[A ]| When Snow shall on$4$ those lovely Tresses lie 011:12,190[A ]| And your fair Eyes no$2$ more shall give us pain, 011:12,191[A ]| But shoot their pointless Darts in$4$ vain. 011:12,192[A ]| What will$1$ your duller honour signify? 011:12,193[A ]| Go boast it then! and see what numerous Store 011:12,194[A ]| Of Lovers, will$1$ your Ruined Shrine Adore. 011:12,195[A ]| Then let us Sylvia be wise, 011:12,196[A ]| And the Gay hasty minutes prize: 011:12,197[A ]| The Sun and Spring receive but our short Light' 011:12,198[A ]| Once set, a sleep brings an Eternal Night. 011:13,000@@@@@| 011:13,000[' ]| 011:13,000[' ]| 011:13,000[' ]| 011:13,001[A ]| Farewell the Great, the Brave and Good, 011:13,002[A ]| By$4$ all admired and understood; 011:13,003[A ]| For$3$ all thy virtues so$5#1$ extensive are, 011:13,004[A ]| Writ in$4$ so$5#1$ noble and so$5#1$ plain a Character, 011:13,005[A ]| That$3$ they instruct humanity what to$9$ do, 011:13,006[A ]| How to$9$ reward and imitate them too, 011:13,007[A ]| The mighty Caesar found and knew, 011:13,008[A ]| The Value of a Swain so$5#1$ true: 011:13,009[A ]| And early called the Industrious Youth from Groves 011:13,010[A ]| Where unambitiously he lay, 011:13,011[A ]| And knew no$2$ greater Joys, nor Power than Loves; 011:13,012[A ]| Which$6#1$ all the Day 011:13,013[A ]| The careless and delighted Celladon Improves; 011:13,014[A ]| So$3$ the first man in$4$ Paradise was laid, 011:13,015[A ]| So$5#1$ blest beneath his own dear fragrant shade, 011:13,016[A ]| Till false Ambition made him range, 011:13,017[A ]| So$3$ the Almighty called him forth, 011:13,018[A ]| And though for$4$ Empire he did Eden change; 011:13,019[A ]| Less Charming it was, and far less worth. 011:13,020[A ]| Yet he obeys and leaves the peaceful Plains, 011:13,021[A ]| The weeping Nymphs, and sighing Swains, 011:13,022[A ]| Obeys the mighty voice of Jove. 011:13,023[A ]| The Dictates of his Loyalty pursues, 011:13,024[A ]| Business Debauches all his hours of Love; 011:13,025[A ]| Business, whose hurry, noise, and news 011:13,026[A ]| Even Nature's self subdues; 011:13,027[A ]| Changes her best and first simplicity, 011:13,028[A ]| Her soft, her easy quietude 011:13,029[A ]| Into mean Arts of cunning Policy, 011:13,030[A ]| The Grave and Drudging Coxcomb to$9$ Delude. 011:13,031[A ]| Say, mighty Celladon, oh tell me why, 011:13,032[A ]| Thou dost thy nobler thoughts employ 011:13,033[A ]| In$4$ business, which$6#1$ alone was made 011:13,034[A ]| To$9$ teach the restless Statesman how to$9$ Trade 011:13,035[A ]| In$4$ dark Cabals for$4$ Mischief and Design, 011:13,036[A ]| But never was meant a Curse to$4$ Souls like$4$ thine. 011:13,037[A ]| Business the Check to$4$ Mirth and Wit, 011:13,038[A ]| Business the Rival of the Fair, 011:13,039[A ]| The Bane to$4$ Friendship, and the Lucky Hit, 011:13,040[A ]| Only to$4$ those that$6#1$ languish in$4$ Despair; 011:13,041[A ]| Leave then that$6#2$ wretched troublesome Estate 011:13,042[A ]| To$4$ him to$4$ who$6#1$ forgetful Heaven, 011:13,043[A ]| Has no$2$ one other virtue given, 011:13,044[A ]| But dropped down the unfortunate, 011:13,045[A ]| To$9$ Toil, be Dull, and to$9$ be Great. 011:13,046[A ]| But thou whose nobler Soul was framed, 011:13,047[A ]| For$4$ Glorious and Luxurious Ease, 011:13,048[A ]| By$4$ Wit adorned, by$4$ Love inflamed; 011:13,049[A ]| For$4$ every Grace, and Beauty Famed, 011:13,050[A ]| Formed for$4$ delight, designed to$9$ please, 011:13,051[A ]| Give Give a look to$4$ every Joy, 011:13,052[A ]| That$6#1$ youth and lavish Fortune can invent, 011:13,053[A ]| Nor let Ambition, that$6#2$ false God, destroy 011:13,054[A ]| Both Heaven and Nature's first intent. 011:13,055[A ]| But oh in$4$ vain is all I say, 011:13,056[A ]| And you alas must go, 011:13,057[A ]| The Mighty Caesar to$9$ obey, 011:13,058[A ]| And none so$5#1$ fit as you. 011:13,059[A ]| From all the Envying Crowd he calls you forth, 011:13,060[A ]| He knows your Loyalty, and knows your Worth; 011:13,061[A ]| He has tried it oft, and put it to$4$ the Test, 011:13,062[A ]| It grew in$4$ Zeal even whilst it was oppressed, 011:13,063[A ]| The great, the Godlike Celladon, 011:13,064[A ]| Unlike the base Examples of the times, 011:13,065[A ]| Could never be Corrupted, never won, 011:13,066[A ]| To$9$ stain his honest blood with Rebel Crimes, 011:13,067[A ]| Fearless unmoved he stood amidst the tainted Crowd, 011:13,068[A ]| And justified and owned his Loyalty aloud. 011:13,069[A ]| Hybernia hail! Hail happy Isle, 011:13,070[A ]| Be glad, and let all Nature smile. 011:13,071[A ]| Ye Meads and Plains send forth your Gayest Flowers; 011:13,072[A ]| Ye Groves and every Purling Spring, 011:13,073[A ]| Where Lovers sigh, and Birds do sing, 011:13,074[A ]| Be glad and gay, for$3$ Celladon is yours; 011:13,075[A ]| He comes, he comes to$9$ grace your Plains. 011:13,076[A ]| To$9$ Charm the Nymphs, and bless the Swains, 011:13,077[A ]| Echoes repeat his Glorious Name 011:13,078[A ]| To$4$ all the Neighbouring Woods and Hills; 011:13,079[A ]| Ye feathered Choir chant forth his Fame, 011:13,080[A ]| Ye Fountains, Brooks, and Wandering Rills, 011:13,081[A ]| That$6#1$ through the Meadows in$4$ Meanders run, 011:13,082[A ]| Tell all your Flowery Brinks, the generous Swain is come. 011:13,083[A ]| Divert him all ye pretty Solitudes, 011:13,084[A ]| And give his Life some softening Interludes: 011:13,085[A ]| That$3$ when his wearied mind would be, 011:13,086[A ]| From Noise and Rigid Business free; 011:13,087[A ]| He may upon$4$ your Mossy Beds lie down, 011:13,088[A ]| Where all is Gloomy, all is Shade, 011:13,089[A ]| With some dear She, whom Nature made, 011:13,090[A ]| To$9$ be possessed by$4$ him alone; 011:13,091[A ]| Where the soft tale of Love She breathes, 011:13,092[A ]| Mixed with the rushing of the wind-blown leaves, 011:13,093[A ]| The different Notes of Cheerful Birds, 011:13,094[A ]| And distant Bleating of the Herds: 011:13,095[A ]| Is Music far more ravishing and sweet, 011:13,096[A ]| Than all the Artful Sounds that$6#1$ please the noisy Great. 011:13,097[A ]| Mix thus your Toils of Life with Joys, 011:13,098[A ]| And for$4$ the public good, prolong your days: 011:13,099[A ]| Instruct the World, the great Example prove, 011:13,100[A ]| Of Honour, Friendship, Loyalty, and Love. 011:13,101[A ]| And when your busier hours are done, 011:13,102[A ]| And you with Damon sit alone; 011:13,103[A ]| Damon the honest, brave and young; 011:13,104[A ]| Whom we must Celebrate where you are sung. 011:13,105[A ]| For$3$ you (by$4$ Sacred Friendship tied,) 011:13,106[A ]| Love nor Fate can never divide; 011:13,107[A ]| When your agreeing thoughts shall backward run, 011:13,108[A ]| Surveying all the Conquests you have won, 011:13,109[A ]| The Swains you have left, the sighing Maids undone; 011:13,110[A ]| Try if you can a fatal prospect take, 011:13,111[A ]| Think if you can a soft Idea make: 011:13,112[A ]| Of what we are, now you are gone, 011:13,113[A ]| Of what we feel for$4$ Celladon. 011:13,114[A ]| It is Celladon the witty and the gay, 011:13,115[A ]| That$6#1$ blest the Night, and cheered the world all Day: 011:13,116[A ]| It is Celladon, to$4$ whom our Vows belong, 011:13,117[A ]| And Celladon the Subject of our Song. 011:13,118[A ]| For$4$ whom the Nymphs would dress, the Swains rejoice, 011:13,119[A ]| The praise of these, of those the choice; 011:13,120[A ]| And if our Joys were raised to$4$ this Excess, 011:13,121[A ]| Our Pleasures by$4$ thy presence made so$5#1$ great: 011:13,122[A ]| Some pitying God help thee to$9$ guess, 011:13,123[A ]| (What Fancy cannot well Express.) 011:13,124[A ]| Our Languishments by$4$ thy Retreat, 011:13,125[A ]| Pity our Swains, pity our Virgins more, 011:13,126[A ]| And let that$6#2$ pity haste thee to$4$ our shores; 011:13,127[A ]| And whilst on$4$ happy distant Coasts you are, 011:13,128[A ]| Afford us all your sighs, and Caesar all your care. 011:16,000@@@@@| 011:16,000[' ]| 011:16,000[' ]| 011:16,001[A ]| My Amoret, since you must know, 011:16,002[A ]| The Grief you say my Eyes do show: 011:16,003[A ]| Survey my Heart, where you shall find, 011:16,004[A ]| More Love than for$4$ yourself confined. 011:16,005[A ]| And though you chide, you will$1$ Pity too, 011:16,006[A ]| A Passion which$6#1$ even Rivals you. 011:16,007[A ]| Amyntas on$4$ a Holy-day 011:16,008[A ]| As fine as any Lord of May, 011:16,009[A ]| Amongst the Nymphs, and jolly Swains, 011:16,010[A ]| That$6#1$ feed their Flocks upon$4$ the Plains: 011:16,011[A ]| Met in$4$ a Grove beneath whose shade, 011:16,012[A ]| A Match of Dancing they had made. 011:16,013[A ]| His Cassock was of Green, as trim 011:16,014[A ]| As Grass upon$4$ a River brim; 011:16,015[A ]| Untouched or sullied with a spot, 011:16,016[A ]| Unpressed by$4$ either Lamb or Goat: 011:16,017[A ]| And with the Air it loosely played, 011:16,018[A ]| With every motion that$6#1$ he made. 011:16,019[A ]| His Sleeves a-many Ribbon ties, 011:16,020[A ]| Where one might read Love-Mysteries: 011:16,021[A ]| As if that$6#2$ way he would impart, 011:16,022[A ]| To$4$ all, the Sentiments of his Heart, 011:16,023[A ]| Whose Passions by$4$ those Colours known, 011:16,024[A ]| He with a Charming Pride would own. 011:16,025[A ]| His Bonnet with the same was Tied, 011:16,026[A ]| A Silver Scrip hung by$4$ his Side: 011:16,027[A ]| His Buskins garnished A-la-Mode, 011:16,028[A ]| Were graced by$4$ every step he Trod; 011:16,029[A ]| Like$4$ Panna, Majesty he took, 011:16,030[A ]| And like$4$ Apollo when he spoke. 011:16,031[A ]| His Hook a Wreath of Flowers Braid, 011:16,032[A ]| The Present of some Love-sick Maid. 011:16,033[A ]| Who$6#1$ all the morning had bestowed, 011:16,034[A ]| And to$4$ her Fancy now composed: 011:16,035[A ]| Which$6#1$ fresher seemed when near that$6#2$ place, 011:16,036[A ]| To$4$ whom the Giver Captive was. 011:16,037[A ]| His Eyes their best Attracts put on$5$, 011:16,038[A ]| Designing some should be undone; 011:16,039[A ]| For$3$ he could at his pleasure move, 011:16,040[A ]| The Nymphs he liked to$9$ fall in$4$ Love: 011:16,041[A ]| Yet so$5#2$ he ordered every Glance, 011:16,042[A ]| That$3$ still they seemed but Wounds of Chance. 011:16,043[A ]| He well could feign an Innocence, 011:16,044[A ]| And taught his Silence Eloquence; 011:16,045[A ]| Each Smile he used, had got the force, 011:16,046[A ]| To$9$ Conquer more than soft Discourse: 011:16,047[A ]| Which$6#1$ when it served his Ends he would use, 011:16,048[A ]| And subtly through a heart infuse. 011:16,049[A ]| His Wit was such it could control 011:16,050[A ]| The Resolutions of a Soul; 011:16,051[A ]| That$6#1$ a Religious Vow had made, 011:16,052[A ]| By$4$ Love it never would be betrayed: 011:16,053[A ]| For$3$ when he spoke he well could prove 011:16,054[A ]| Their Errors who$6#1$ dispute with Love. 011:16,055[A ]| With all these charms he did Address 011:16,056[A ]| Himself to$4$ every Shepherdess: 011:16,057[A ]| Until the Bag-pipes which$6#1$ did play, 011:16,058[A ]| Began the Business of the Day; 011:16,059[A ]| And in$4$ the taking forth to$9$ Dance, 011:16,060[A ]| The Lovely Swain became my Chance. 011:16,061[A ]| To$4$ whom much Passion he did Vow, 011:16,062[A ]| And much his Eyes and Sighs did show; 011:16,063[A ]| And both employed with so$5#1$ much Art, 011:16,064[A ]| I strove in$4$ Vain to$9$ guard my Heart; 011:16,065[A ]| And before the Night our Revels crossed, 011:16,066[A ]| I was entirely won and lost. 011:16,067[A ]| Let me advise thee, Amoret, 011:16,068[A ]| Fly from the Baits that$6#1$ he has set 011:16,069[A ]| In$4$ every grace; which$6#1$ will$1$ betray 011:16,070[A ]| All Beauties that$6#1$ but look that$6#2$ way: 011:16,071[A ]| But thou hast Charms that$6#1$ will$1$ secure 011:16,072[A ]| A Captive in$4$ this Conqueror. 011:17,000@@@@@| 011:17,000[' ]| <17 Our Cabal.> 011:17,001[A ]| Come, my fair Cloris, come away, 011:17,002[A ]| Hast thou forgot it is Holiday? 011:17,003[A ]| And lovely Silvia too make haste, 011:17,004[A ]| The Sun is up$5$, the day does waste: 011:17,005[A ]| Dost thou not hear the Music loud, 011:17,006[A ]| Mixed with the murmur of the Crowd? 011:17,007[A ]| How can thy active Feet be still, 011:17,008[A ]| And hear the Bagpipe's cheerful Trill? 011:17,009[A ]| Urania is drest as fine and gay, 011:17,010[A ]| As if she meant to$9$ out-shine the day; 011:17,011[A ]| Or certain that$3$ no$2$ Victories 011:17,012[A ]| Were to$9$ be gained but by$4$ her Eyes; 011:17,013[A ]| Her Garment is white, her Garniture 011:17,014[A ]| The springing Beauties of the Year, 011:17,015[A ]| Which$6#1$ are in$4$ such nice Order placed, 011:17,016[A ]| That$3$ Nature is by$4$ Art disgraced: 011:17,017[A ]| Her natural curling Ebon Hair, 011:17,018[A ]| Does loosely wanton in$4$ the Air. 011:17,019[A ]| With her the young Alexis came, 011:17,020[A ]| Whose Eyes dare only speak his Flame: 011:17,021[A ]| Charming he is as fair can be, 011:17,022[A ]| Charming without Effeminacy; 011:17,023[A ]| Only his Eyes are languishing, 011:17,024[A ]| Caused by$4$ the Pain he feels within; 011:17,025[A ]| Yet thou wilt say that$3$ Languishment 011:17,026[A ]| Is a peculiar Ornament. 011:17,027[A ]| Decked up$5$ he is with Pride and Care, 011:17,028[A ]| All Rich and Gay, to$9$ please his Fair: 011:17,029[A ]| The price of Flocks he has made a Prey 011:17,030[A ]| To$4$ the Usual Vanity of this day. 011:17,031[A ]| After them Damon Piping came, 011:17,032[A ]| Who$6#1$ laughs at Cupid and his Flame; 011:17,033[A ]| Swears, if the Boy should him approach, 011:17,034[A ]| He would burn his Wings with his own Torch: 011:17,035[A ]| But he is too young for$4$ Love to$9$ invade, 011:17,036[A ]| Though for$4$ him languish many a Maid. 011:17,037[A ]| His lovely Air, his cheerful Face, 011:17,038[A ]| Adorned with many a Youthful Grace, 011:17,039[A ]| Beget more Sighs than if with Arts 011:17,040[A ]| He should design to$9$ conquer Hearts: 011:17,041[A ]| The Swains as well as Nymphs submit 011:17,042[A ]| To$4$ his Charms of Beauty and of Wit. 011:17,043[A ]| He will$1$ sing, he will$1$ dance, he will$1$ pipe and play, 011:17,044[A ]| And wanton out a Summer's day; 011:17,045[A ]| And wheresoever Damon be, 011:17,046[A ]| He is still the Soul of the Company. 011:17,047[A ]| Next Amoret, the true Delight 011:17,048[A ]| Of all that$6#1$ do approach her sight: 011:17,049[A ]| The Sun in$4$ all its Course never met 011:17,050[A ]| Ought Fair or Sweet like$4$ Amoret. 011:17,051[A ]| Alone she came, her Eyes declined, 011:17,052[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ you will$1$ read her troubled Mind; 011:17,053[A ]| Yes, Silvia, for$3$ she will$1$ not deny 011:17,054[A ]| She loves, as well as thou and I. 011:17,055[A ]| It is Philocles, that$6#2$ Proud Ingrate, 011:17,056[A ]| That$6#1$ pays her Passion back with Hate; 011:17,057[A ]| Whilst she does all but him despise, 011:17,058[A ]| And clouds the lustre of her Eyes: 011:17,059[A ]| But once to$4$ her he did address, 011:17,060[A ]| And dying Passion too express; 011:17,061[A ]| But soon the Amorous Heat was laid, 011:17,062[A ]| He soon forgot the Vows he had made; 011:17,063[A ]| Whilst she in$4$ every Silent Grove, 011:17,064[A ]| Bewails her easy Faith and Love. 011:17,065[A ]| Numbers of Swains do her adore, 011:17,066[A ]| But she has vowed to$9$ love no$2$ more. 011:17,067[A ]| Next Jolly Thirsis came along, 011:17,068[A ]| With many Beauties in$4$ a Throng. 011:17,069[A ]| With whom the young Amyntas came, 011:17,070[A ]| The Author of my Sighs and Flame: 011:17,071[A ]| For$3$ I will$1$ confess that$6#2$ Truth to$4$ you, 011:17,072[A ]| Which$6#1$ every Look of mine can show. 011:17,073[A ]| Ah how unlike the rest he appears! 011:17,074[A ]| With Majesty above his years! 011:17,075[A ]| His Eyes so$5#1$ much of Sweetness dress, 011:17,076[A ]| Such Wit, such Vigour too express; 011:17,077[A ]| That$3$ it would a wonder be to$9$ say, 011:17,078[A ]| I have seen the Youth, and brought my Heart away. 011:17,079[A ]| Ah Cloris! Thou that$6#1$ never wert 011:17,080[A ]| In$4$ danger yet to$9$ lose a Heart, 011:17,081[A ]| Guard it severely now, for$3$ he 011:17,082[A ]| Will$1$ startle all thy Constancy: 011:17,083[A ]| For$3$ if by$4$ chance thou dost escape 011:17,084[A ]| Unwounded by$4$ his Lovely Shape, 011:17,085[A ]| Tempt not thy Ruin, lest his Eyes 011:17,086[A ]| Join with his Tongue to$9$ win the Prize; 011:17,087[A ]| Such Softness in$4$ his Language dwells, 011:17,088[A ]| And Tales of Love so$5#1$ well he tells, 011:17,089[A ]| Shouldst thou attend their Harmony, 011:17,090[A ]| Thou wouldst be Undone, as well as I; 011:17,091[A ]| For$3$ sure no$2$ Nymph was ever free, 011:17,092[A ]| That$6#1$ could Amyntas hear and see. 011:17,093[A ]| With him the lovely Philocless, 011:17,094[A ]| His Beauty heightened by$4$ his Dress, 011:17,095[A ]| If anything can add a Grace 011:17,096[A ]| To$4$ such a Shape and such a Face, 011:17,097[A ]| Whose Natural Ornaments impart 011:17,098[A ]| Enough without the help of Art. 011:17,099[A ]| His Shoulders covered with a Hair, 011:17,100[A ]| The Sun-Beams are not half so$5#1$ fair; 011:17,101[A ]| Of which$6#1$ the Virgins Bracelets make, 011:17,102[A ]| And wear for$4$ Philocless's sake: 011:17,103[A ]| His Beauty such, that$3$ one would swear 011:17,104[A ]| His Face did never take the Air. 011:17,105[A ]| On$4$ his Cheeks the blushing Roses show, 011:17,106[A ]| The rest like$4$ whitest Daisies grow: 011:17,107[A ]| His Lips, no$2$ Berries of the Field, 011:17,108[A ]| Nor Cherries, such a Red do yield. 011:17,109[A ]| His Eyes all Love, Soft'ning Smile; 011:17,110[A ]| And when he speaks, he sighs the while: 011:17,111[A ]| His Bashful Grace, with Blushes too, 011:17,112[A ]| Gains more than Confidence can do. 011:17,113[A ]| With all these Charms he does invade 011:17,114[A ]| The Heart, which$6#1$ when he has betrayed, 011:17,115[A ]| He slights the Trophies he has won, 011:17,116[A ]| And weeps for$4$ those he has Undone; 011:17,117[A ]| As if he never did intend 011:17,118[A ]| His Charms for$4$ so$5#1$ severe an End. 011:17,119[A ]| And all poor Amoret can Gain, 011:17,120[A ]| Is pity from the Lovely Swain: 011:17,121[A ]| And if Inconstancy can seem 011:17,122[A ]| Agreeable, it is so$5#2$ in$4$ him. 011:17,123[A ]| And when he meets Reproach for$4$ it, 011:17,124[A ]| He does excuse it with his Wit. 011:17,125[A ]| Next hand in$4$ hand the smilling Pair, 011:17,126[A ]| Martillo, and the Lovely Fair: 011:17,127[A ]| A Bright-Eyed Phillis, who$6#1$ they say, 011:17,128[A ]| Never knew what Love was till today: 011:17,129[A ]| Long has the Generous Youth in$4$ vain 011:17,130[A ]| Implored some Pity for$4$ his Pain. 011:17,131[A ]| Early abroad he would be seen, 011:17,132[A ]| To$9$ wait her coming on$4$ the Green, 011:17,133[A ]| To$9$ be the first that$6#1$ to$4$ her should pay 011:17,134[A ]| The Tribute of the new-born Day; 011:17,135[A ]| Presents her Bracelets with their Names, 011:17,136[A ]| And Hooks carved out with Hearts and Flames. 011:17,137[A ]| And when a straggling Lamb he saw, 011:17,138[A ]| And she not by$4$ to$9$ give it Law, 011:17,139[A ]| The pretty Fugitive he would deck 011:17,140[A ]| With Wreaths of Flowers around its Neck; 011:17,141[A ]| And gave her every mark of Love, 011:17,142[A ]| Before he could her Pity move. 011:17,143[A ]| But now the Youth no$2$ more appears 011:17,144[A ]| Clouded with Jealousies and Fears: 011:17,145[A ]| Nor yet dares Phillis' softer brow 011:17,146[A ]| Wear Unconcern, or Coldness now; 011:17,147[A ]| But makes him just and kind Returns; 011:17,148[A ]| And as He does, so$3$ now She burns. 011:17,149[A ]| Next Lysidas, that$6#2$ haughty Swain, 011:17,150[A ]| With many Beauties in$4$ a Train, 011:17,151[A ]| All sighing for$4$ the Swain, whilst he 011:17,152[A ]| Barely returns Civility. 011:17,153[A ]| Yet once to$4$ each much Love he Vowed, 011:17,154[A ]| And strange Fantastic Passion showed. 011:17,155[A ]| Poor Doris, and Lucinda too, 011:17,156[A ]| And many more whom thou dost know, 011:17,157[A ]| Who$6#1$ had not power his Charms to$9$ shun, 011:17,158[A ]| Too late do find themselves Undone. 011:17,159[A ]| His Eyes are Black, and do transcend 011:17,160[A ]| All Fancy ever can comprehend; 011:17,161[A ]| And yet no$2$ Softness in$4$ them move, 011:17,162[A ]| They kill with Fierceness, not with Love: 011:17,163[A ]| Yet he can dress them when he list, 011:17,164[A ]| With Sweetness none can ever resist. 011:17,165[A ]| His Tongue no$2$ Amorous Parley makes, 011:17,166[A ]| But with his Looks alone he speaks. 011:17,167[A ]| And though he languish yet he will$1$ hide, 011:17,168[A ]| That$6#2$ grateful knowledge with his Pride; 011:17,169[A ]| And thinks his Liberty is lost, 011:17,170[A ]| Not in$4$ the Conquest, but the Boast. 011:17,171[A ]| Nor will$1$ but Love enough impart, 011:17,172[A ]| To$9$ gain and to$9$ secure a heart: 011:17,173[A ]| Of which$6#1$ no$2$ sooner he is sure, 011:17,174[A ]| And that$3$ its Wounds are past all Cure, 011:17,175[A ]| But for$4$ New Victories he prepares, 011:17,176[A ]| And leaves the Old to$4$ its Despairs: 011:17,177[A ]| Success his Boldness does renew, 011:17,178[A ]| And Boldness helps him Conquer too. 011:17,179[A ]| He having gained more hearts than all, 011:17,180[A ]| The rest of the Pastoral Cabal. 011:17,181[A ]| With him Philander, who$6#1$ never paid 011:17,182[A ]| A Sigh or Tear to$4$ any Maid: 011:17,183[A ]| So$5#1$ innocent and young he is, 011:17,184[A ]| He cannot guess what Passion is. 011:17,185[A ]| But all the Love he ever knew, 011:17,186[A ]| On$4$ Lycidas he does bestow: 011:17,187[A ]| Who$6#1$ pays his Tenderness again, 011:17,188[A ]| Too Amorous for$4$ a Swain to$4$ a Swain. 011:17,189[A ]| A softer Youth was never seen, 011:17,190[A ]| His Beauty Maid; but Man, his Mien: 011:17,191[A ]| And much more gay than all the rest; 011:17,192[A ]| And but Alexis finest Dressed. 011:17,193[A ]| His Eyes towards Lycidas still turn, 011:17,194[A ]| As sympathising Flowers to$4$ the Sun: 011:17,195[A ]| Whilst Lycidas whose Eyes dispense 011:17,196[A ]| No$2$ less a grateful Influence, 011:17,197[A ]| Improves his Beauty, which$6#1$ still fresher grows: 011:17,198[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not under two such Suns as those? 011:17,199[A ]| Cloris you sigh, what Amorous grown? 011:17,200[A ]| Pan grant you keep your heart at home: 011:17,201[A ]| For$3$ I have often heard you Vow, 011:17,202[A ]| If any could your heart subdue, 011:17,203[A ]| Though Lycidas you never had seen, 011:17,204[A ]| It must be him, or one like$4$ him: 011:17,205[A ]| Alas I cannot yet forget, 011:17,206[A ]| How we have with Amyntas sat 011:17,207[A ]| Beneath the Boughs for$4$ Summer made, 011:17,208[A ]| Our heated Flocks and Us to$9$ shade: 011:17,209[A ]| Where thou wouldst wondrous Stories tell, 011:17,210[A ]| Of this Agreeable Infidel. 011:17,211[A ]| By$4$ what Devices, Charms and Arts, 011:17,212[A ]| He used to$9$ gain and keep his Hearts: 011:17,213[A ]| And whilst his Falsehood we would Blame, 011:17,214[A ]| Thou wouldst commend and praise the same. 011:17,215[A ]| And did no$2$ greater pleasure take, 011:17,216[A ]| Than when of Lycidas we spake; 011:17,217[A ]| By$4$ this and many Sighs we know, 011:17,218[A ]| Thou art sensible of Loving too. 011:17,219[A ]| Come Cloris, come along with us, 011:17,220[A ]| And try thy power with Lycidas; 011:17,221[A ]| See if that$6#2$ Virtue which$6#1$ you prize, 011:17,222[A ]| Be proof against those Conquering Eyes. 011:17,223[A ]| That$6#2$ Heart that$6#1$ can no$2$ Love admit, 011:17,224[A ]| Will$1$ hardly stand his shock of Wit; 011:17,225[A ]| Come deck thee then in$4$ all that$6#1$ is fine, 011:17,226[A ]| Perhaps the Conquest may be thine; 011:17,227[A ]| They all attend, let us haste to$9$ do, 011:17,228[A ]| What Love and Music calls us to$4$. 011:21,000@@@@@| 011:21,000[' ]| 011:21,000[' ]| 011:21,000[' ]| 011:21,001[A ]| Enough kind Heaven! to$4$ purpose I have lived, 011:21,002[A ]| And all my Sighs and Languishments survived. 011:21,003[A ]| My Stars in$4$ vain their sullen influence have shed, 011:21,004[A ]| Round my till now Unlucky Head: 011:21,005[A ]| I pardon all the Silent Hours I have grieved, 011:21,006[A ]| My Weary Nights, and Melancholy Days; 011:21,007[A ]| When no$2$ Kind Power my Pain Relieved, 011:21,008[A ]| I lose you all, you sad Remembrancers, 011:21,009[A ]| I lose you all in$4$ New-born Joys, 011:21,010[A ]| Joys that$6#1$ will$1$ dissipate my Falling Tears. 011:21,011[A ]| The Mighty Soul of Rochester is revived, 011:21,012[A ]| Enough Kind Heaven to$4$ purpose I have lived. 011:21,013[A ]| I saw the Lovely Phantom, no$2$ Disguise, 011:21,014[A ]| Veiled the blest Vision from my Eyes, 011:21,015[A ]| It was all over Rochester that$6#1$ pleased and did surprise. 011:21,016[A ]| Sad as the Grave I sat by$4$ Glimmering Light, 011:21,017[A ]| Such as attends Departing Souls by$4$ Night. 011:21,018[A ]| Pensive as absent Lovers left alone, 011:21,019[A ]| Or my poor Dove, when his Fond Mate was gone. 011:21,020[A ]| Silent as Groves when only Whispering Gales, 011:21,021[A ]| Sigh through the Rushing Leaves, 011:21,022[A ]| As softly as a Bashful Shepherd Breathes, 011:21,023[A ]| To$4$ his Loved Nymph his Amorous Tales. 011:21,024[A ]| So$5#1$ dull I was, scarce Thought a Subject found, 011:21,025[A ]| Dull as the Light that$6#1$ gloomed around; 011:21,026[A ]| When lo the Mighty Spirit appeared, 011:21,027[A ]| All Gay, all Charming to$4$ my sight; 011:21,028[A ]| My Drooping Soul it Raised and Cheered, 011:21,029[A ]| And cast about a Dazzling Light. 011:21,030[A ]| In$4$ every part there did appear, 011:21,031[A ]| The Great, the God-like Rochester, 011:21,032[A ]| His Softness all, his Sweetness everywhere. 011:21,033[A ]| It did advance, and with a Generous Look, 011:21,034[A ]| To$4$ me Addressed, to$4$ worthless me it spoke: 011:21,035[A ]| With the same wonted Grace my Muse it praised, 011:21,036[A ]| With the same Goodness did my Faults Correct: 011:21,037[A ]| And Careful of the Fame himself first raised, 011:21,038[A ]| Obligingly it Schooled my loose Neglect. 011:21,039[A ]| The soft, the moving Accents soon I knew 011:21,040[A ]| The gentle Voice made up$5$ of Harmony; 011:21,041[A ]| Through the Known Paths of my glad soul it flew; 011:21,042[A ]| I knew it straight, it could no$2$ others be, 011:21,043[A ]| It was not Allied but very very he. 011:21,044[A ]| So$3$ the All-Ravished Swain that$6#1$ hears 011:21,045[A ]| The wondrous Music of the Spheres, 011:21,046[A ]| Forever does the grateful Sound retain, 011:21,047[A ]| Whilst all his Oaten Pipes and Reeds, 011:21,048[A ]| The Rural Music of the Groves and Meads, 011:21,049[A ]| Strive to$9$ divert him from the Heavenly Song in$4$ vain. 011:21,050[A ]| He hates their harsh and Untuned Lays, 011:21,051[A ]| Which$6#1$ now no$2$ more his Soul and Fancy raise. 011:21,052[A ]| But if one note of the remembered Air 011:21,053[A ]| He chance again to$9$ hear, 011:21,054[A ]| He starts, and in$4$ a transport cries, ~~ 011:21,054@w | It is there! 011:21,055[A ]| He knows it all by$4$ that$6#2$ one little taste, 011:21,056[A ]| And by$4$ that$6#2$ grateful Hint remembers all the rest. 011:21,057[A ]| Great, Good, and Excellent, by$4$ what new way 011:21,058[A ]| Shall I my humble Tribute pay, 011:21,059[A ]| For$4$ this vast Glory you my Muse have done, 011:21,060[A ]| For$4$ this great Condescension shown! 011:21,061[A ]| So$3$ Gods of old sometimes laid by$5$ 011:21,062[A ]| Their Awful Trains of Majesty, 011:21,063[A ]| And changed even Heaven a while for$4$ Groves and Plains, 011:21,064[A ]| And to$4$ their Fellow-Gods preferred the lowly Swains. 011:21,065[A ]| And beds of Flowers would oft compare 011:21,066[A ]| To$4$ those of Downy Clouds, or yielding Air; 011:21,067[A ]| At Purling Streams would drink in$4$ homely Shells; 011:21,068[A ]| Put off the God, to$9$ Revel it in$4$ Woods and Shepherds' Cells; 011:21,069[A ]| Would listen to$4$ their Rustic Songs, and show 011:21,070[A ]| Such Divine Goodness in$4$ Commending too, 011:21,071[A ]| Whilst the transported Swain the Honour pays 011:21,072[A ]| With humble Adoration, humble Praise. 011:24,000@@@@@| 011:24,000[' ]| 011:24,000[' ]| 011:24,001[A ]| Amyntas, if your Wit in$4$ Dreams 011:24,002[A ]| Can furnish you with Themes, 011:24,003[A ]| What must it do when your Soul looks abroad, 011:24,004[A ]| Quickened with Agitations of the Sense, 011:24,005[A ]| And dispossessed of Sleep's dull heavy Load, 011:24,006[A ]| When every Syllable has Eloquence? 011:24,007[A ]| And if by$4$ Chance such wounds you make, 011:24,008[A ]| And in$4$ your Sleep such welcome Mischiefs do; 011:24,009[A ]| What are your Powers when you are awake, 011:24,010[A ]| Directed by$4$ Design and Reason too? 011:24,011[A ]| I slept, as duller Mortals use, 011:24,012[A ]| Without the Music of a Thought, 011:24,013[A ]| When by$4$ a gentle Breath, soft as thy Muse, 011:24,014[A ]| Thy Name to$4$ my glad Ear was brought: 011:24,015[A ]| Amyntas! cried the Page ~~ And at the Sound, 011:24,016[A ]| My listening Soul unusual Pleasure found. 011:24,017[A ]| So$3$ the harmonious Spheres surprise, 011:24,018[A ]| Whilst the All-Ravished Shepherd gazes round, 011:24,019[A ]| And wonders whence the Charms should rise, 011:24,020[A ]| That$6#1$ can at once both please and wound. 011:24,021[A ]| Whilst trembling I unripped the Seal 011:24,022[A ]| Of what you had sent, 011:24,023[A ]| My Heart with an Impatient Zeal, 011:24,024[A ]| Without my Eyes, would needs reveal 011:24,025[A ]| Its Business and Intent. 011:24,026[A ]| But so$5#1$ beyond the Sense they were 011:24,027[A ]| Of every scribbling Lover's common Art, 011:24,028[A ]| That$3$ now I find an equal share, 011:24,029[A ]| Of Love and Admiration in$4$ my Heart. 011:24,030[A ]| And while I read, in$4$ vain I strove 011:24,031[A ]| To$9$ hide the Pleasure which$6#1$ I took; 011:24,032[A ]| Bellario saw in$4$ every Look 011:24,033[A ]| My smiling Joy and blushing Love. 011:24,034[A ]| Soft every word, easy each Line, and true; 011:24,035[A ]| Brisk, witty, manly, strong and gay; 011:24,036[A ]| The Thoughts are tender all, and new, 011:24,037[A ]| And Fancy everywhere does gently play. 011:24,038[A ]| Amyntas if you thus go on$5$, 011:24,039[A ]| Like$4$ an unwearied Conqueror day and night, 011:24,040[A ]| The World at last must be undone. 011:24,041[A ]| You do not only kill at sight, 011:24,042[A ]| But like$4$ a Parthian in$4$ your flight. 011:24,043[A ]| Whether you Rally or Retreat, 011:24,044[A ]| You still have Arrows for$4$ Defeat. 011:25,000@@@@@| 011:25,000[' ]| 011:25,001[A ]| As when a Conqueror does in$4$ Triumph come, 011:25,002[A ]| And proudly leads the vanquished Captives home, 011:25,003[A ]| The Joyful People crowd in$4$ every Street, 011:25,004[A ]| And with loud shouts of Praise the Victor greet; 011:25,005[A ]| While some whom Chance or Fortune kept away, 011:25,006[A ]| Desire at least the Story of the Day; 011:25,007[A ]| How brave the Prince, how gay the Chariot was, 011:25,008[A ]| How beautiful he looked, with what a Grace; 011:25,009[A ]| Whether upon$4$ his Head he Plumes did wear; 011:25,010[A ]| Or if a Wreath of Bays adorned his Hair: 011:25,011[A ]| They hear it is wondrous fine, and long much more 011:25,012[A ]| To$9$ see the Hero than they did before. 011:25,013[A ]| So$3$ when the Marvels by$4$ Report I knew, 011:25,014[A ]| Of how much Beauty, Cloris, dwelt in$4$ you; 011:25,015[A ]| How many Slaves your conquering Eyes had won, 011:25,016[A ]| And how the gazing Crowd admiring throng: 011:25,017[A ]| I wished to$9$ see, and much a Lover grew 011:25,018[A ]| Of so$5#1$ much Beauty, though my Rivals too. 011:25,019[A ]| I came and saw, and blest my Destiny; 011:25,020[A ]| I found it Just you should out-Rival me. 011:25,021[A ]| It was at the Altar, where more Hearts were given 011:25,022[A ]| To$4$ you that$6#2$ day, than were addressed to$4$ Heaven. 011:25,023[A ]| The Reverend Man whose Age and Mystery 011:25,024[A ]| Had rendered Youth and Beauty Vanity, 011:25,025[A ]| By$4$ fatal Chance casting his Eyes your way, 011:25,026[A ]| Mistook the duller Business of the Day, 011:25,027[A ]| Forgot the Gospel, and began to$9$ Pray. 011:25,028[A ]| Whilst the Enamoured Crowd that$6#1$ near you pressed, 011:25,029[A ]| Receiving Darts which$6#1$ none could ever resist, 011:25,030[A ]| Neglected the Mistake of the Love-sick Priest. 011:25,031[A ]| Even my Devotion, Cloris, you betrayed, 011:25,032[A ]| And I to$4$ Heaven no$2$ other Petition made, 011:25,033[A ]| But that$3$ you might all other Nymphs out-do 011:25,034[A ]| In$4$ Cruelty as well as Beauty too. 011:25,035[A ]| I called Amyntas Faithless Swain before, 011:25,036[A ]| But now I find it is Just he should Adore. 011:25,037[A ]| Not to$9$ love you, a wonder sure would be, 011:25,038[A ]| Greater than all his Perjuries to$4$ me. 011:25,039[A ]| And whilst I blame him, I Excuse him too; 011:25,040[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not venture Heaven to$9$ purchase you? 011:25,041[A ]| But Charming Cloris, you too meanly prize 011:25,042[A ]| The more deserving Glories of your Eyes, 011:25,043[A ]| If you permit him on$4$ an Amorous score, 011:25,044[A ]| To$9$ be your slave, who$6#1$ was my Slave before. 011:25,045[A ]| He oft has Fetters worn, and can with ease 011:25,046[A ]| Admit them or dismiss them when he please. 011:25,047[A ]| A Virgin-Heart you merit, that$6#1$ never found 011:25,048[A ]| It could receive, till from your Eyes, the Wound; 011:25,049[A ]| A Heart that$6#1$ nothing but your force can fear, 011:25,050[A ]| And own a Soul as Great as you are Fair. 011:29,000@@@@@| 011:29,000[' ]| 011:29,000[' ]| 011:29,001[A ]| What means this Knot, in$4$ Mystic Order Tied, 011:29,002[A ]| And which$6#1$ no$2$ Human Knowledge can divide? 011:29,003[A ]| Not with Great Conqueror's Sword can this undo 011:29,004[A ]| Whose very Beauty would divert the Blow. 011:29,005[A ]| Bright Relic! Shrouded in$4$ a Shrine of Gold! 011:29,006[A ]| Less Mystery made a Deity of Old. 011:29,007[A ]| Fair Charmer! Tell me by$4$ what powerful Spell 011:29,008[A ]| You into this Confused Order fell? 011:29,009[A ]| If Magic could be wrought on$4$ things Divine, 011:29,010[A ]| Some Amorous Sybil did thy Form design 011:29,011[A ]| In$4$ some soft hour, which$6#1$ the Prophetic Maid 011:29,012[A ]| In$4$ Nobler Mysteries of Love employed, 011:29,013[A ]| Wrought thee a Hieroglyphic, to$9$ express 011:29,014[A ]| The wanton God in$4$ all his Tenderness; 011:29,015[A ]| Thus shaded, and thus all adorned with Charms, 011:29,016[A ]| Harmless, Unfletched, without Offensive Arms, 011:29,017[A ]| He used of Old in$4$ shady Groves to$9$ Play, 011:29,018[A ]| Before Swains broke Vows, or Nymphs were vain and coy, 011:29,019[A ]| Or Love himself had Wings to$9$ fly away. 011:29,020[A ]| Or was it (his Almighty Power to$9$ prove) 011:29,021[A ]| Designed a Quiver for$4$ the God of Love? 011:29,022[A ]| And all these shining Hairs which$6#1$ the inspired Maid 011:29,023[A ]| Has with such strange Mysterious Fancy laid, 011:29,024[A ]| Are meant his Shafts; the subtlest surest Darts 011:29,025[A ]| That$6#1$ ever Conquered or Secured his Hearts; 011:29,026[A ]| Darts that$6#1$ such tender Passions do convey, 011:29,027[A ]| Not the young Wounder is more soft than they. 011:29,028[A ]| It is so$5#2$; the Riddle at last I have learned: 011:29,029[A ]| But found it out when I was too far concerned. 011:31,000@@@@@| 011:31,000[' ]| 011:31,000[' ]| 011:31,001[A ]| Poor Damon! Art thou caught? Is it even so$5#2$? 011:31,002[A ]| Art thou become a Tabernacler too? 011:31,003[A ]| Where sure thou dost not mean to$9$ Preach or Pray, 011:31,004[A ]| Unless it be the clean contrary way: 011:31,005[A ]| This holy time I little thought thy sin 011:31,006[A ]| Deserved a Tub to$9$ do its Penance in$4$. 011:31,007[A ]| O how you will$1$ for$4$ the Aegyptian Flesh-pots wish, 011:31,008[A ]| When you are half-famished with your Lenten-dish, 011:31,009[A ]| Your Almonds, Currants, Biscuits hard and dry, 011:31,010[A ]| Food that$6#1$ will$1$ Soul and Body mortify: 011:31,011[A ]| Damned Penitential Drink, that$6#1$ will$1$ infuse 011:31,012[A ]| Dull Principles into thy Grateful Muse. 011:31,013[A ]| ~~ Pox on$4$ it that$3$ you must needs be fooling now, 011:31,014[A ]| Just when the Wits had greatest need of you. 011:31,015[A ]| Was Summer then so$5#1$ long a*coming on$5$, 011:31,016[A ]| That$3$ you must make an Artificial one? 011:31,017[A ]| Much good may it do thee; but it is thought thy Brain 011:31,018[A ]| Before long will$1$ wish for$4$ cooler Days again. 011:31,019[A ]| For$4$ Honesty no$2$ more will$1$ I engage: 011:31,020[A ]| I durst have sworn thou hadst had thy Pusillage. 011:31,021[A ]| Thy Looks the whole Cabal have cheated too; 011:31,022[A ]| But thou will$1$ say, most of the Wits do so$5#2$. 011:31,023[A ]| Is this thy writing Plays? who$6#1$ thought thy Wit 011:31,024[A ]| An Interlude of Whoring would admit? 011:31,025[A ]| To$4$ Poetry no$2$ more thou wilt be inclined, 011:31,026[A ]| Unless in$4$ Verse to$9$ damn all Woman-kind: 011:31,027[A ]| And it is but Just thou shouldst in$4$ Rancour grow 011:31,028[A ]| Against that$6#2$ Sex that$6#1$ has Confined thee so$5#2$. 011:31,029[A ]| All things in$4$ Nature now are Brisk and Gay 011:31,030[A ]| At the Approaches of the Blooming May: 011:31,031[A ]| The new-fletched Birds do in$4$ our Arbors sing 011:31,032[A ]| A Thousand Airs to$9$ welcome in$5$ the Spring; 011:31,033[A ]| Whilst every Swain is like$4$ a Bridegroom dressed, 011:31,034[A ]| And every Nymph as going to$4$ a Feast: 011:31,035[A ]| The Meadows now their flowery Garments wear, 011:31,036[A ]| And every Grove does in$4$ its Pride appear: 011:31,037[A ]| Whilst thou poor Damon in$4$ close Rooms art pent, 011:31,038[A ]| Where hardly thy own Breath can find a vent. 011:31,039[A ]| Yet that$6#2$ too is a Heaven, compared to$4$ the Task 011:31,040[A ]| Of Codling every Morning in$4$ a Cask. 011:31,041[A ]| Now I could curse this Female, but I know, 011:31,042[A ]| She needs it not, that$6#1$ thus could handle you. 011:31,043[A ]| Besides, that$6#2$ Vengeance does to$4$ thee belong, 011:31,044[A ]| And it were Injustice to$9$ disarm thy Tongue. 011:31,045[A ]| Curse then, dear Swain, that$3$ all the Youth may hear, 011:31,046[A ]| And from thy dire Mishap be taught to$9$ fear. 011:31,047[A ]| Curse till thou hast undone the Race, and all 011:31,048[A ]| That$6#1$ did contribute to$4$ thy Spring and Fall. 011:39,000@@@@@| 011:39,000[' ]| 011:39,001[A ]| What mean those Amorous Curls of Jet? 011:39,002[A ]| For$4$ what heart-Ravished Maid 011:39,003[A ]| Dost thou thy Hair in$4$ order set, 011:39,004[A ]| Thy Wanton Tresses Braid? 011:39,005[A ]| And thy vast Store of Beauties open lay, 011:39,006[A ]| That$6#1$ the deluded Fancy leads astray. 011:39,007[A ]| For$4$ pity hide thy Starry eyes, 011:39,008[A ]| Whose Languishments destroy 011:39,009[A ]| And look not on$4$ the Slave that$6#1$ dies 011:39,010[A ]| With an Excess of Joy. 011:39,011[A ]| Defend thy Coral Lips, thy Amber Breath; 011:39,012[A ]| To$9$ taste these Sweets lets in$5$ a Certain Death. 011:39,013[A ]| Forbear, fond Charming Youth, forbear, 011:39,014[A ]| Thy words of Melting Love: 011:39,015[A ]| Thy Eyes thy Language well may spare, 011:39,016[A ]| One Dart enough can move. 011:39,017[A ]| And she that$6#1$ hears thy voice and sees thy Eyes 011:39,018[A ]| With too much Pleasure, too much Softness dies. 011:39,019[A ]| Cease, Cease, with Sighs to$9$ warm my Soul, 011:39,020[A ]| Or press me with thy Hand: 011:39,021[A ]| Who$6#2$ can the kindling Fire control, 011:39,022[A ]| The tender force withstand? 011:39,023[A ]| Thy Sighs and Touches like$4$ winged Lightning fly, 011:39,024[A ]| And are the Gods of Love's Artillery. 011:40,000@@@@@| 011:40,000[' ]| 011:40,000[' ]| 011:40,001[A ]| In$4$ vain, dear Youth, you say you love, 011:40,002[A ]| And yet my Marks of Passion blame; 011:40,003[A ]| Since Jealousy alone can prove, 011:40,004[A ]| The surest Witness of my Flame: 011:40,005[A ]| And she who$6#1$ without that$6#2$, a Love can vow, 011:40,006[A ]| Believe me, Shepherd, does not merit you. 011:40,007[A ]| Then give me leave to$9$ doubt, that$6#2$ Fire 011:40,008[A ]| I kindle, may another warm: 011:40,009[A ]| A Face that$6#1$ cannot move Desire, 011:40,010[A ]| May serve at least to$9$ end the Charm: 011:40,011[A ]| Love else were Witchcraft, that$6#1$ on$4$ malice bent, 011:40,012[A ]| Denies ye Joys, or makes ye Impotent. 011:40,013[A ]| It is true, when Cities are on$4$ fire, 011:40,014[A ]| Men never wait for$4$ Crystal Springs; 011:40,015[A ]| But to$4$ the Neighbouring Pools retire; 011:40,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ nearest, best Assistance brings; 011:40,017[A ]| And serves as well to$9$ quench the raging Flame, 011:40,018[A ]| As if from God-delighting Streams it came. 011:40,019[A ]| A Fancy strong may do the Feat 011:40,020[A ]| Yet this to$9$ Love a Riddle is, 011:40,021[A ]| And shows that$6#2$ Passion but a Cheat; 011:40,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ Men but with their Tongues Confess, 011:40,023[A ]| For$3$ it is a Maxim in$4$ Love's learned School, 011:40,024[A ]| Who$6#1$ blows the Fire, the flame can only Rule. 011:40,025[A ]| Though Honour does your Wish deny, 011:40,026[A ]| Honour! the Foe to$4$ your Repose; 011:40,027[A ]| Yet it is more Noble far to$9$ die, 011:40,028[A ]| Than break Love's known and Sacred Laws: 011:40,029[A ]| What Lover would pursue a single Game, 011:40,030[A ]| That$6#1$ could amongst the Fair deal out his flame? 011:40,031[A ]| Since then Lysander you desire, 011:40,032[A ]| Amynta only to$9$ adore; 011:40,033[A ]| Take in$5$ no$2$ Partners to$4$ your fire, 011:40,034[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ well Loves, that$6#1$ Loves one more? 011:40,035[A ]| And if such rivals in$4$ your Heart I find, 011:40,036[A ]| It is in$4$ My Power to$9$ die, but not be kind. 011:41,000@@@@@| 011:41,000[' ]| 011:41,000[' ]| 011:41,001[B ]| Ah Sylvia! if I still pursue, 011:41,002[B ]| Whilst you in$4$ vain your Scorn improve; 011:41,003[B ]| What wonders might your Eyes not do: 011:41,004[B ]| If they would dress themselves in$4$ Love. 011:41,005[C ]| Shepherd you urge my Love in$4$ vain, 011:41,006[C ]| For$3$ I can never Reward your pain; 011:41,007[C ]| A Slave each Smile of mine can win, 011:41,008[C ]| And all my softening Darts, 011:41,009[C ]| Whenever I please, can bring me in$5$ 011:41,010[C ]| A Thousand Yielding Hearts. 011:41,011[B ]| Yet if those Slaves you treat with Cruelty, 011:41,012[B ]| It is an inglorious Victory; 011:41,013[B ]| And those unhappy Swains you so$5#2$ subdue, 011:41,014[B ]| May Learn at last to$9$ scorn, as well as you; 011:41,015[B ]| Your Beauty though the Gods designed 011:41,016[B ]| Should be Adored by$4$ all below; 011:41,017[B ]| Yet if you want a Godlike Pitying Mind, 011:41,018[B ]| Our Adoration soon will$1$ colder grow: 011:41,019[B ]| It is Pity makes a Deity, 011:41,020[B ]| Ah Silvia! deign to$9$ pity me, 011:41,021[B ]| And I will$1$ worship none but thee. 011:41,022[C ]| Perhaps I may your Counsel take, 011:41,023[C ]| And Pity, though not Love, for$4$ Damon's sake; 011:41,024[C ]| Love is a Flame my Heart never knew, 011:41,025[C ]| Nor knows how to$9$ begin to$9$ burn for$4$ you. 011:41,026[B ]| Ah Sylvia who$6#2$ is the happy Swain, 011:41,027[B ]| For$4$ whom that$6#2$ Glory you ordain! 011:41,028[B ]| Has Strephon, Pithius, Hilus, more 011:41,029[B ]| Of Youth, of Love, or Flocks a greater store? 011:41,030[B ]| My flame pursues you too, with that$6#2$ Address, 011:41,031[B ]| Which$6#1$ they want Passion to$9$ Profess: 011:41,032[B ]| Ah then make some Returns my charming Shepherdess. 011:41,033[C ]| Too Faithful Shepherd I will$1$ try my Heart, 011:41,034[C ]| And if I can will$1$ give you part. 011:41,035[B ]| Oh that$6#2$ was like$4$ yourself expressed, 011:41,036[B ]| Give me but part, and I will$1$ steal the rest. 011:41,037[C ]| Take care Young Swain you treat it well, 011:41,038[C ]| If you would have it in$4$ your Bosom dwell; 011:41,039[C ]| Now let us to$4$ the Shades Retreat, 011:41,040[C ]| Where all the Nymphs and Shepherds meet. 011:41,041[B ]| And give me there your leave my Pride to$9$ show, 011:41,042[B ]| For$4$ having but the hopes of Conquering you; 011:41,043[B ]| Where all the Swains shall Passion learn of me: 011:41,044[B ]| And all the Nymphs to$9$ bless like$4$ thee. 011:41,045[C ]| Where every Grace I will$1$ bestow, 011:41,046[C ]| And every Look and Smile, shall show 011:41,047[C ]| How much above the rest I value you. 011:41,048[B ]| And I those Blessings will$1$ improve; 011:41,049[B ]| By$4$ constant Faith, and tender Love. 011:41,000[' ]| 011:41,000[' ]| 011:42,000@@@@@| 011:42,000[' ]| 011:42,001[A ]| If when the God of Day retires, 011:42,002[A ]| The Pride of all the Spring decays and dies; 011:42,003[A ]| Wanting those Life-begetting Fires 011:42,004[A ]| From whence they draw their Excellencies; 011:42,005[A ]| Each little flower hangs down its Gaudy Head, 011:42,006[A ]| Losing the Lustre which$6#1$ it did Retain; 011:42,007[A ]| No$2$ longer will$1$ its fragrant face be spread, 011:42,008[A ]| But Languishes into a Bud again: 011:42,009[A ]| So$3$ with the Sighing Crowd it fares 011:42,010[A ]| Since you Amyntas, have your Eyes withdrawn, 011:42,011[A ]| Ours Lose themselves in$4$ Silent Tears, 011:42,012[A ]| Our days are Melancholy Dawn; 011:42,013[A ]| The Groves are unfrequented now, 011:42,014[A ]| The Shady walks are all Forlorn; 011:42,015[A ]| Who$6#1$ still were throng to$9$ gaze on$4$ you: 011:42,016[A ]| With Nymphs, whom your Retirement has undone. 011:42,017[A ]| Our Bag-pipes now away are flung, 011:42,018[A ]| Our Flocks a*Wandering go; 011:42,019[A ]| Garlands neglected, on$4$ the Boughs are hung, 011:42,020[A ]| That$6#1$ used to$9$ adorn each Cheerful Brow, 011:42,021[A ]| Forsaken looks the enamelled May: 011:42,022[A ]| And all its wealth Uncourted dies; 011:42,023[A ]| Each little Bird forgets its wonted Lay, 011:42,024[A ]| That$6#1$ Sung Good Morrow to$4$ the welcome Day. 011:42,025[A ]| Or rather to$4$ thy Lovely Eyes. 011:42,026[A ]| The Cooling Streams do backward glide: 011:42,027[A ]| Since on$4$ their Banks they saw not thee, 011:42,028[A ]| Losing the Order of their Tide, 011:42,029[A ]| And Murmuring chide thy Cruelty: 011:42,030[A ]| Then hast to$9$ lose themselves in$4$ the Angry Sea. 011:42,031[A ]| Thus everything in$4$ its Degree, 011:42,032[A ]| Thy Retreat Deplore; 011:42,033[A ]| Haste then Amyntas, and Restore; 011:42,034[A ]| The whole World's Loss in$4$ thee. 011:42,035[A ]| For$4$ like$4$ an Eastern Monarch, when you go, 011:42,036[A ]| (If such a Fate the World must know) 011:42,037[A ]| A Beauteous and a Numerous host 011:42,038[A ]| Of Love-sick Maids, will$1$ wait upon$4$ thy Ghost; 011:42,039[A ]| And Death that$6#2$ Secret will$1$ Reveal, 011:42,040[A ]| Which$6#1$ Pride and Shame did here Conceal; 011:42,041[A ]| Live then thou Loveliest of the Plains, 011:42,042[A ]| Thou Beauty of the Envying Swains; 011:42,043[A ]| Whose Charms even Death itself would court, 011:42,044[A ]| And of his Solemn Business make a Sport. 011:42,045[A ]| In$4$ Pity to$4$ each Sighing Maid, 011:42,046[A ]| Revive, come forth, be Gay and Glad; 011:42,047[A ]| Let the Young God of Love implore, 011:42,048[A ]| In$4$ Pity lend him Darts, 011:42,049[A ]| For$3$ when thy Charming Eyes shall shoot no$2$ more; 011:42,050[A ]| He will$1$ lose his Title of the God of Hearts. 011:42,051[A ]| In$4$ Pity to$4$ Astrea live, 011:42,052[A ]| Astrea, whom from all the Sighing Throng, 011:42,053[A ]| You did your oft-won Garlands give: 011:42,054[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ she paid you back in$4$ Grateful Song: 011:42,055[A ]| Astrea, who$6#1$ did still the Glory boast. 011:42,056[A ]| To$9$ be adored by$4$ thee, and to$9$ adore thee most. 011:42,057[A ]| With Pride she saw her Rivals Sigh and Pine, 011:42,058[A ]| And vainly cried, 011:42,058@v | The lovely youth is mine! 011:42,059[A ]| By$4$ all thy Charms I do Conjure thee, live; 011:42,060[A ]| By$4$ all the Joys thou canst receive, and give: 011:42,061[A ]| By$4$ each Recess and Shade where thou and I, 011:42,062[A ]| Love's Secrets did Unfold; 011:42,063[A ]| And did the dull Unloving World defy: 011:42,064[A ]| Whilst each the Hearts fond Story told. 011:42,065[A ]| If all these Conjurations naught Prevail, 011:42,066[A ]| Not Prayers or Sighs, or Tears avail, 011:42,067[A ]| But Heaven hast Destined we Deprived must be, 011:42,068[A ]| Of so$5#1$ much Youth, Wit, Beauty, and of Thee; 011:42,069[A ]| I will$1$ the Deaf and Angry Powers defy, 011:42,070[A ]| Curse thy Disease, Bless thee, and with thee die. 011:43,000@@@@@| 011:43,000[' ]| 011:43,000[' ]| 011:43,001[A ]| Take back that$6#2$ Heart, you with such Caution give, 011:43,002[A ]| Take the fond valued Trifle back; 011:43,003[A ]| I hate Love-Merchants that$6#1$ a Trade would drive; 011:43,004[A ]| And meanly cunning Bargains make. 011:43,005[A ]| I care not how the busy Market goes, 011:43,006[A ]| And scorn to$9$ Chaffer for$4$ a price: 011:43,007[A ]| Love does one Staple Rate on$4$ all impose, 011:43,008[A ]| Nor leaves it to$4$ the Trader's Choice. 011:43,009[A ]| A Heart requires a Heart Unfeigned and True, 011:43,010[A ]| Though Subtly you advance the Price, 011:43,011[A ]| And ask a Rate that$6#1$ Simple Love never knew: 011:43,012[A ]| And the free Trade Monopolize. 011:43,013[A ]| An Humble Slave the Buyer must become, 011:43,014[A ]| She must not bate a Look or Glance, 011:43,015[A ]| You will$1$ have all, or you will$1$ have none; 011:43,016[A ]| See how Love's Market you enhance. 011:43,017[A ]| Is it not enough, I gave you Heart for$4$ Heart, 011:43,018[A ]| But I must add my Lips and Eyes; 011:43,019[A ]| I must no$2$ friendly Smile or Kiss impart; 011:43,020[A ]| But you must Dun me with Advice. 011:43,021[A ]| And every Hour still more unjust you grow, 011:43,022[A ]| Those Freedoms you my life deny, 011:43,023[A ]| You to$4$ Adraste are obliged to$9$ show, 011:43,024[A ]| And give her all my Rifled Joy. 011:43,025[A ]| Without Control she gazes on$4$ that$6#2$ Face, 011:43,026[A ]| And all the happy Envied Night, 011:43,027[A ]| In$4$ the pleased Circle of your fond embrace: 011:43,028[A ]| She takes away the Lover's Right. 011:43,029[A ]| From me she ravishes those silent hours, 011:43,030[A ]| That$6#1$ are by$4$ Sacred Love my due; 011:43,031[A ]| Whilst I in$4$ vain accuse the angry Powers, 011:43,032[A ]| That$6#1$ make me hopeless Love pursue. 011:43,033[A ]| Adraste's Ears with that$6#2$ dear Voice are blest, 011:43,034[A ]| That$6#1$ Charms my Soul at every Sound, 011:43,035[A ]| And with those Love-Enchanting Touches pressed: 011:43,036[A ]| Which$6#1$ I never felt without a Wound. 011:43,037[A ]| She has thee all: whilst I with silent Grief, 011:43,038[A ]| The Fragments of thy Softness feel, 011:43,039[A ]| Yet dare not blame the happy licenced Thief: 011:43,040[A ]| That$6#1$ does my Dear-bought Pleasures steal. 011:43,041[A ]| Whilst like$4$ a Glimmering Taper still I burn, 011:43,042[A ]| And waste myself in$4$ my own flame, 011:43,043[A ]| Adraste takes the welcome rich Return: 011:43,044[A ]| And leaves me all the hopeless Pain. 011:43,045[A ]| Be just, my lovely Swain, and do not take 011:43,046[A ]| Freedoms you will$1$ not to$4$ me allow; 011:43,047[A ]| Or give Amynta so$5#1$ much Freedom back: 011:43,048[A ]| That$3$ she may rove as well as you. 011:43,049[A ]| Let us then love upon$4$ the honest Square, 011:43,050[A ]| Since Interest neither have designed, 011:43,051[A ]| For$3$ the sly Gamester, who$6#1$ never plays me fair, 011:43,052[A ]| Must Trick for$4$ Trick expect to$9$ find. 011:44,000@@@@@| 011:44,000[' ]| 011:44,001[A ]| It was too much, ye Gods, to$9$ see and hear; 011:44,002[A ]| Receiving wounds both from the Eye and Ear: 011:44,003[A ]| One Charm might have secured a Victory, 011:44,004[A ]| Both, raised the Pleasure even to$4$ Ecstasy: 011:44,005[A ]| So$3$ Ravished Lovers in$4$ each other's Arms, 011:44,006[A ]| Faint with excess of Joy, excess of Charms: 011:44,007[A ]| Had I but gazed and fed my greedy Eyes, 011:44,008[A ]| Perhaps you had pleased no$2$ farther than surprise. 011:44,009[A ]| That$6#2$ Heavenly Form might Admiration move, 011:44,010[A ]| But, not without the Music, charmed with Love: 011:44,011[A ]| At least so$5#1$ quick the Conquest had not been; 011:44,012[A ]| You stormed without, and Harmony within: 011:44,013[A ]| Nor could I listen to$4$ the sound alone, 011:44,014[A ]| But I alas must look ~~ and was undone: 011:44,015[A ]| I saw the Softness that$6#1$ composed your Face, 011:44,016[A ]| While your Attention heightened every Grace: 011:44,017[A ]| Your Mouth all full of Sweetness and Content, 011:44,018[A ]| And your fine killing Eyes of Languishment: 011:44,019[A ]| Your Bosom now and than a sigh would move, 011:44,020[A ]| (For$3$ Music has the same effects with Love.) 011:44,021[A ]| Your Body easy and all tempting lay, 011:44,022[A ]| Inspiring wishes which$6#1$ the Eyes betray, 011:44,023[A ]| In$4$ all that$6#1$ have the fate to$9$ glance that$6#2$ way: 011:44,024[A ]| A careless and a lovely Negligence, 011:44,025[A ]| Did a new Charm to$4$ every Limb dispense: 011:44,026[A ]| So$3$ look young Angels, Listening to$4$ the sound, 011:44,027[A ]| When the Tuned Spheres Glad all the Heavens around: 011:44,028[A ]| So$5#1$ Raptured lie amidst the wondering Crowd, 011:44,029[A ]| So$5#1$ Charmingly Extended on$4$ a Cloud. 011:44,030[A ]| When from so$5#1$ many ways Love's Arrows storm, 011:44,031[A ]| Who$6#2$ can the heedless Heart defend from harm? 011:44,032[A ]| Beauty and Music must the Soul disarm; 011:44,033[A ]| Since Harmony, like$4$ Fire to$4$ Wax, does fit 011:44,034[A ]| The softened Heart Impressions to$9$ admit: 011:44,035[A ]| As the brisk sounds of War the Courage move, 011:44,036[A ]| Music prepares and warms the Soul to$4$ Love. 011:44,037[A ]| But when the kindling Sparks such Fuel meet, 011:44,038[A ]| No$2$ wonder if the Flame inspired be great. 011:45,000@@@@@| 011:45,000[' ]| 011:45,001[A ]| Dull Love no$2$ more thy Senseless Arrows prize, 011:45,002[A ]| Damn thy Gay Quiver, break thy Bow; 011:45,003[A ]| It is only young Lysander's Eyes, 011:45,004[A ]| That$6#1$ all the Arts of Wounding know. 011:45,005[A ]| A Pox of Foolish Politics in$4$ Love, 011:45,006[A ]| A wise delay in$4$ War the Foe may harm: 011:45,007[A ]| By$4$ Lazy Siege while you to$4$ Conquest move; 011:45,008[A ]| His fiercer Beautys vanquish by$4$ a Storm. 011:45,009[A ]| Some wounded God, to$9$ be revenged on$4$ thee, 011:45,010[A ]| The Charming Youth formed in$4$ a lucky hour, 011:45,011[A ]| Dressed him in$4$ all that$6#2$ fond Divinity, 011:45,012[A ]| That$6#1$ has out-Rivalled thee, a God, in$4$ Power. 011:45,013[A ]| Or else while thou supinely laid 011:45,014[A ]| Basking beneath some Myrtle shade, 011:45,015[A ]| In$4$ careless sleep, or tired with play, 011:45,016[A ]| When all thy Shafts did scatterd lie; 011:45,017[A ]| The unguarded Spoils he bore away, 011:45,018[A ]| And Armed himself with the Artillery. 011:45,019[A ]| The Sweetness from thy Eyes he took, 011:45,020[A ]| The Charming Dimples from thy Mouth, 011:45,021[A ]| That$6#2$ wondrous Softness when you spoke; 011:45,022[A ]| And all thy Everlasting Youth. 011:45,023[A ]| Thy bow, thy Quiver, and thy Darts: 011:45,024[A ]| Even of thy Painted Wings has rifled thee, 011:45,025[A ]| To$9$ bear him from his Conquered broken Hearts, 011:45,026[A ]| To$4$ the next Fair and Yielding She. 011:48,000@@@@@| 011:48,000[' ]| 011:48,001[A ]| A Pox of the Statesman that$6#1$ is witty, 011:48,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ watches and Plots all the Sleepless Night: 011:48,003[A ]| For$4$ Seditious Harangues, to$4$ the Whigs of the City; 011:48,004[A ]| And Maliciously turns a Traytor in$4$ Spite. 011:48,005[A ]| Let him wear and Torment his lean Carrion: 011:48,006[A ]| To$9$ bring his Sham-Plots about, 011:48,007[A ]| Till at last King Bishop and Baron, 011:48,008[A ]| For$4$ the Public Good he have quite rooted out. 011:48,009[A ]| But we that$6#1$ are no$2$ Polliticians, 011:48,010[A ]| But Rogues that$6#1$ are Impudent, Barefaced and Great, 011:48,011[A ]| Boldly head the Rude Rabble in$4$ times of Sedition; 011:48,012[A ]| And bear all down before us, in$4$ Church and in$4$ State. 011:48,013[A ]| Your Impudence is the best State-Trick; 011:48,014[A ]| And he that$6#1$ by$4$ Law means to$9$ rule, 011:48,015[A ]| Let his History with ours be related; 011:48,016[A ]| And though we are the Knaves, we know who$6#1$ is the Fool. 011:49,000@@@@@| 011:49,000[' ]| 011:49,000[' ]| 011:49,001[A ]| Dear Silvia let us no$2$ farther strive, 011:49,002[A ]| To$9$ know how long we have to$9$ Live; 011:49,003[A ]| Let Busy Gown-men search to$9$ know 011:49,004[A ]| Their Fates above, while we 011:49,005[A ]| Contemplate Beauty's greater Power below, 011:49,006[A ]| Whose only Smiles give Immortality; 011:49,007[A ]| But who$6#1$ seeks Fortune in$4$ a Star, 011:49,008[A ]| Aims at a Distance much too far, 011:49,009[A ]| She is more inconstant than they are. 011:49,010[A ]| What though this year must be our last, 011:49,011[A ]| Faster than Time our Joys let us haste; 011:49,012[A ]| Nor think of Ills to$9$ come, or past. 011:49,013[A ]| Give me but Love and Wine, I will$1$ never 011:49,014[A ]| Complain my Destiny is severe. 011:49,015[A ]| Since Life bears so$5#1$ uncertain Date, 011:49,016[A ]| With Pleasure we will$1$ attend our Fate, 011:49,017[A ]| And Cheerfully go meet it at the Gate. 011:49,018[A ]| The Brave and Witty know no$2$ Fear or Sorrow, 011:49,019[A ]| Let us enjoy today, we will$1$ die toMorrow. 011:50,000@@@@@| 011:50,000[' ]| 011:50,001[A ]| Lydia, Lovely Maid, more fair 011:50,002[A ]| Than Milk or whitest Lilies are, 011:50,003[A ]| Than Polished Indian Ivory shows, 011:50,004[A ]| Or the fair unblushing Rose. 011:50,005[A ]| Open, Maid, thy Locks, that$6#1$ hold 011:50,006[A ]| Wealth more bright than shining Gold, 011:50,007[A ]| Over thy white shoulders laid, 011:50,008[A ]| Spread thy Locks, my Charming Maid. 011:50,009[A ]| Lydia, open thy starry Eyes, 011:50,010[A ]| Shew the Beds where Cupid lies, 011:50,011[A ]| Open, Maid, thy Rosy-Cheeks, 011:50,012[A ]| Red as Sun declining streaks. 011:50,013[A ]| Shew thy Coral Lips, my Love, 011:50,014[A ]| Kiss me softer than the Dove, 011:50,015[A ]| Till my Ravished Soul does lie 011:50,016[A ]| Panting in$4$ an Ecstasy. 011:50,017[A ]| Oh hold ~~ and do not pierce my Heart, 011:50,018[A ]| Which$6#1$ beats, as life would thence depart, 011:50,019[A ]| Hide thy Breasts that$6#1$ swell and rise, 011:50,020[A ]| Hide them from my wishing Eyes. 011:50,021[A ]| Shut thy Bosom, white as snow, 011:50,022[A ]| Whence Arabian perfumes flow; 011:50,023[A ]| Hide it from my Raptured Touch, 011:50,024[A ]| I have gazed ~~ and kissed too much. 011:50,025[A ]| Cruel Maid ~~ on$4$ Malice bent, 011:50,026[A ]| Seest thou not my Languishment? 011:50,027[A ]| Lydia! ~~ Oh I faint! ~~ I die! 011:50,028[A ]| With thy Beauty's Luxury. 011:52,000@@@@@| 011:52,000[' ]| <52 Prologue to Valentinian. as Altered by> 011:52,000[' ]| 011:52,000[' ]| 011:52,001[C ]| With that$6#2$ assurance we today address, 011:52,002[C ]| As standard Beauties, certain of Success. 011:52,003[C ]| With careless Pride at once they charm and vex, 011:52,004[C ]| And scorn the little Censures of their Sex. 011:52,005[C ]| Sure of the unregarded Spoil, despise 011:52,006[C ]| The needless Affectation of the Eyes, 011:52,007[C ]| The softening Languishment that$6#1$ faintly warms, 011:52,008[C ]| But trust alone to$4$ their resistless Charms. 011:52,009[C ]| So$3$ we secured by$4$ undisputed Wit, 011:52,010[C ]| Disdain the damning Malice of the Pit, 011:52,011[C ]| Nor need false Arts to$9$ set great Nature off, 011:52,012[C ]| Or studied Tricks to$9$ force the Clap and Laugh. 011:52,013[C ]| Ye Would-be-Critics, you are all undone, 011:52,014[C ]| For$3$ here is no$2$ Theme for$4$ you to$9$ work upon$5$. 011:52,015[C ]| Faith seem to$9$ talk to$4$ Jemmy, I advise, 011:52,016[C ]| Of who$6#1$, likes who$6#1$, and how Love's Markets rise. 011:52,017[C ]| Try these hard Times how to$9$ abate the Price; 011:52,018[C ]| Tell her how cheap were Damsels on$4$ the Ice. 011:52,019[C ]| Amongst City-Wives, and Daughters that$6#1$ came there, 011:52,020[C ]| How far a Guinea went at Blanket-Fair. 011:52,021[C ]| Thus you may find some good Excuse for$4$ failing 011:52,022[C ]| Of your beloved Exercise of Railing. 011:52,023[C ]| That$3$ when Friend cries ~~ How did the Play succeed? 011:52,024[C ]| Deme, I hardly minded ~~ what they did. 011:52,025[C ]| We shall not your Ill-nature please today, 011:52,026[C ]| With some fond Scribbler's new uncertain Play, 011:52,027[C ]| Loose as vain Youth, and tedious as dull Age, 011:52,028[C ]| Or Love and Honour that$6#1$ over-runs the Stage. 011:52,029[C ]| Famed and substantial Authors give this Treat, 011:52,030[C ]| And it will$1$ be solemn, Noble all and Great. 011:52,031[C ]| Wit, sacred Wit, is all the business here, 011:52,032[C ]| Great Fletcher, and the Greater Rochester. 011:52,033[C ]| Now name the hardy Man one fault dares find, 011:52,034[C ]| In$4$ the vast Work of two such Heroes joined. 011:52,035[C ]| None but great Strephon's soft and powerful Wit 011:52,036[C ]| Durst undertake to$9$ mend what Fletcher writ. 011:52,037[C ]| Different their heavenly Notes; yet both agree 011:52,038[C ]| To$9$ make an everlasting Harmony. 011:52,039[C ]| Listen ye Virgins to$4$ his charming Song, 011:52,040[C ]| Eternal Music dwelt upon$4$ his Tongue. 011:52,041[C ]| The Gods of Love and Wit inspired his Pen, 011:52,042[C ]| And Love and Beauty was his glorious Theme. 011:52,043[C ]| Now Ladies you may celebrate his Name, 011:52,044[C ]| Without a Scandal on$4$ your spotless Fame. 011:52,045[C ]| With Praise his dear loved Memory pursue, 011:52,046[C ]| And pay his Death, what to$4$ his Life was due. 011:53,000@@@@@| 011:53,000[' ]| <53 On the Death of the late Earl of Rochester.> 011:53,001[A ]| Mourn, Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore, 011:53,002[A ]| The Young, the Noble Strephon is no$2$ more. 011:53,003[A ]| Yes, yes, he fled quick as departing Light, 011:53,004[A ]| And never shall rise from Death's eternal Night, 011:53,005[A ]| So$5#1$ rich a Prize the Stygian Gods never bore, 011:53,006[A ]| Such Wit, such Beauty, never graced their Shore. 011:53,007[A ]| He was but lent this duller World to$9$ improve 011:53,008[A ]| In$4$ all the charms of Poetry, and Love; 011:53,009[A ]| Both were his gift, which$6#1$ freely he bestowed, 011:53,010[A ]| And like$4$ a God, dealt to$4$ the wondering Crowd. 011:53,011[A ]| Scorning the little Vanity of Fame, 011:53,012[A ]| Spite of himself attained a Glorious name. 011:53,013[A ]| But oh! in$4$ vain was all his peevish Pride, 011:53,014[A ]| The Sun as soon might his vast Lustre hide, 011:53,015[A ]| As piercing, pointed, and more lasting bright, 011:53,016[A ]| As suffering no$2$ vicissitudes of Night. 011:53,017[A ]| Mourn, Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore, 011:53,018[A ]| The Young, the Noble Strephon is no$2$ more. 011:53,019[A ]| Now uninspired upon$4$ your Banks we lie, 011:53,020[A ]| Unless when we would mourn his Elegy; 011:53,021[A ]| His name is a Genius that$6#1$ would Wit dispense, 011:53,022[A ]| And give the Theme a Soul, the Words a Sense. 011:53,023[A ]| But all fine thought that$6#1$ Ravished when it spoke, 011:53,024[A ]| With the soft Youth eternal leave has took; 011:53,025[A ]| Uncommon Wit that$6#1$ did the soul overcome, 011:53,026[A ]| Is buried all in$4$ Strephon's Worshipped Tomb; 011:53,027[A ]| Satire has lost its art, its Sting is gone, 011:53,028[A ]| The Fop and Cully now may be undone; 011:53,029[A ]| That$6#2$ dear instructing Rage is now allayed, 011:53,030[A ]| And no$2$ sharp Pen dares tell them how they have strayed; 011:53,031[A ]| Bold as a God was every lash he took, 011:53,032[A ]| But kind and gentle the chastising stroke. 011:53,033[A ]| Mourn, Mourn, ye Youths, whom Fortune has betrayed, 011:53,034[A ]| The last Reproacher of your Vice is dead. 011:53,035[A ]| Mourn, all ye Beauties, put your Cypress on$5$, 011:53,036[A ]| The truest Swain that$6#1$ ever adored you is gone; 011:53,037[A ]| Think how he loved, and writ, and sighed, and spoke, 011:53,038[A ]| Recall his Mien, his Fashion, and his Look. 011:53,039[A ]| By$4$ what dear Arts the Soul he did surprise, 011:53,040[A ]| Soft as his Voice, and charming as his Eyes. 011:53,041[A ]| Bring Garlands all of never-dying Flowers, 011:53,042[A ]| Bedewed with everlasting falling Showers; 011:53,043[A ]| Fix your fair eyes upon$4$ your victimed Slave, 011:53,044[A ]| Sent Gay and Young to$4$ his untimely Grave. 011:53,045[A ]| See where the Noble Swain Extended lies, 011:53,046[A ]| Too sad a Triumph of your Victories; 011:53,047[A ]| Adorned with all the Graces Heaven ever lent, 011:53,048[A ]| All that$6#1$ was Great, Soft, Lovely, Excellent 011:53,049[A ]| You have laid into his early Monument. 011:53,050[A ]| Mourn, Mourn, ye Beauties, your sad loss deplore, 011:53,051[A ]| The Young, the Charming Strephon is no$2$ more. 011:53,052[A ]| Mourn, all ye little Gods of Love, whose Darts 011:53,053[A ]| Have lost their wonted power of piercing hearts; 011:53,054[A ]| Lay by$5$ the gilded Quiver and the Bow, 011:53,055[A ]| The useless Toys can do no$2$ Mischief now, 011:53,056[A ]| Those Eyes that$6#1$ all your Arrows points inspired, 011:53,057[A ]| Those Lights that$6#1$ gave ye fire are now retired, 011:53,058[A ]| Cold as his Tomb, pale as your Mother's Doves; 011:53,059[A ]| Bewail him then oh all ye little Loves, 011:53,060[A ]| For$3$ you the humblest Votary have lost 011:53,061[A ]| That$6#1$ ever your Divinities could boast; 011:53,062[A ]| Upon$4$ your hands your weeping Heads decline, 011:53,063[A ]| And let your wings encompass round his Shrine; 011:53,064[A ]| Instead of Flowers your broken Arrows strow, 011:53,065[A ]| And at his feet lay the neglected Bow. 011:53,066[A ]| Mourn, all ye little Gods, your loss deplore, 011:53,067[A ]| The soft, the Charming Strephon is no$2$ more. 011:53,068[A ]| Large was his Fame, but short his Glorious Race, 011:53,069[A ]| Like$4$ young Lucretius and died apace. 011:53,070[A ]| So$3$ early Roses fade, so$3$ over all 011:53,071[A ]| They cast their fragrant scents, then softly fall, 011:53,072[A ]| While all the scattered perfumed leaves declare, 011:53,073[A ]| How lovely it was when whole, how sweet, how fair. 011:53,074[A ]| Had he been to$4$ the Roman Empire known, 011:53,075[A ]| When great Augustus filled the peaceful Throne; 011:53,076[A ]| Had he the noble wondrous Poet seen, 011:53,077[A ]| And known his Genius, and surveyed his Mien, 011:53,078[A ]| (When Wits, and Heroes graced Divine abodes,) 011:53,079[A ]| He had increased the number of their Gods; 011:53,080[A ]| The Royal Judge had Temples reared to$4$ his name, 011:53,081[A ]| And made him as Immortal as his Fame; 011:53,082[A ]| In$4$ Love and Verse his Ovid he had out-done, 011:53,083[A ]| And all his Laurels, and his Julia won. 011:53,084[A ]| Mourn, Mourn, unhappy World, his loss deplore, 011:53,085[A ]| The great, the charming Strephon is no$2$ more. 011:54,000@@@@@| 011:54,000[' ]| <54 Rebellions Antidote:> 011:54,000[' ]| 011:54,000[' ]| 011:54,000[' ]| 011:54,001[C ]| All hail kind Friend sweet Balsam of our Age, 011:54,002[C ]| What meanest thou by$4$ such tragic Equipage? 011:54,003[D ]| Welcome dear Sister, Basis of my Life, 011:54,004[D ]| Better than Goodness, dearer than a Wife; 011:54,005[D ]| Forbear inquiring, lest thou force to$9$ rise 011:54,006[D ]| Tears to$4$ a Deluge from my doleful Eyes, 011:54,007[D ]| Such are my Plaints, and such my cruel Fate 011:54,008[D ]| Tongue cannot express their too too Ridged State. 011:54,009[C ]| A Curse all Curses else below 011:54,010[C ]| On$4$ those who$6#1$ do produce thy Woe; 011:54,011[C ]| Death, Hell and Vengeance on$4$ him fall 011:54,012[C ]| Who$6#1$ makes thy Fate so$5#1$ Tragical. 011:54,013[D ]| Merit on$4$ Merit, lo now I see 011:54,014[D ]| A Life thou mayst command of me, 011:54,015[D ]| Command thy Pleasure, I will$1$ not Decline, 011:54,016[D ]| Thy Goodness has obliged me thine; 011:54,017[D ]| And since as Dido thou commandest my Grief, 011:54,018[D ]| I will$1$ with Aeneas sum up$5$ all in$4$ Brief. 011:54,019[C ]| All that$6#1$ I beg is but the Reason 011:54,020[C ]| What makes thy Visage out of Season. 011:54,021[D ]| The Rage and Madness of the Nation 011:54,022[D ]| Moves both my Heart and eke Compassion, 011:54,023[D ]| Unto that$6#2$ height I cannot Force 011:54,024[D ]| My Horror to$4$ a mean Divorce, 011:54,025[D ]| Since all the World does now rely 011:54,026[D ]| On$4$ Madness and Debauchery, 011:54,027[D ]| Lewd and Distract to$4$ such a Strain 011:54,028[D ]| As if invoking back again. 011:54,029[D ]| Grim Chaos of accursed Confusion, 011:54,030[D ]| The product of our grand Delusion. 011:54,031[C ]| Truth without Error needs no$2$ Oath, 011:54,032[C ]| All thou hast said is Naked Truth; 011:54,033[C ]| Thus far thou art gone, but prithee tell, 011:54,034[C ]| What it is occasions Death and Hell? 011:54,035[C ]| Whence springs our Dolour, what is the source 011:54,036[C ]| That$6#1$ Operates this Hellish Curse. 011:54,037[D ]| It is Wine and Ale and eke the Grape 011:54,038[D ]| Has spawned this spurious bestial Rape; 011:54,039[D ]| What is it but these produce, what horrid Fact 011:54,040[D ]| But Wine and Ale and Beer will$1$ act; 011:54,041[D ]| Death Hell and Judgement Hand in$4$ Hand 011:54,042[D ]| With them and theirs do always stand; 011:54,043[D ]| Rapes, Murders, Thefts, and thousand Crimes 011:54,044[D ]| Are gendered by$4$ foul Ale and Wines; 011:54,045[D ]| These are but Trifles to$4$ the Woe 011:54,046[D ]| That$6#1$ Wine and Ale, and Beer can do; 011:54,047[D ]| From whence unless from these do daily spring 011:54,048[D ]| Rebellion, Treason, and Sham-plotting Sin; 011:54,049[D ]| These Storm the Fort and let the Devil in$5$. 011:54,050[D ]| Judge you the Effect where Satan rules as Chief, 011:54,051[D ]| It is then too late to$9$ cry stop Thief, stop Thief. 011:54,052[C ]| In$4$ these Extremes there is but one way I find, 011:54,053[C ]| My Life for$4$ yours and that$6#2$ will$1$ Undermine 011:54,054[C ]| The Devil himself, and give you all a Laughter, 011:54,055[C ]| To$9$ expel his Vengeance by$4$ an holy Water, 011:54,056[C ]| Allay the Billows of the flowing Rout, 011:54,057[C ]| One Dish of Twist will$1$ force the Devil out. 011:54,058[D ]| Thou hast hit the Pin, and Twist is the Sovereign 011:54,059[D ]| To$9$ turn the Tide, reverse the Alewives' Ocean. 011:54,060[D ]| Disgorge, God, Bacchus, and prepare a Stage 011:54,061[D ]| Once more to$9$ entertain a Golden Age. 011:54,062[C ]| Thanks noble Sir for$4$ this Relation 011:54,063[C ]| In$4$ order to$4$ Retaliation. 011:54,064[C ]| I will$1$ force my Muse to$4$ such a height 011:54,065[C ]| I will$1$ thy deserved Acrostic Write. 011:54,066[C ]| Come frantic Fools leave off your Drunken fits 011:54,067[C ]| Obsequious be and I will$1$ recall your Wits. 011:54,068[C ]| From perfect Madness to$4$ a modest Strain. 011:54,069[C ]| For$4$ Farthings four I will$1$ fetch you back again. 011:54,070[C ]| Enable all your menay with tricks of State, 011:54,071[C ]| Enter and Sip and then attend your Fate; 011:54,072[C ]| Come Drunk or Sober for$4$ a gentle Fee, 011:54,073[C ]| Come never so$5#1$ Mad I will$1$ your Physician be. 011:55,000@@@@@| 011:55,000[' ]| <55 A Letter to Mr%*Creech at Oxford, Written> 011:55,000[' ]| 011:55,001[A ]| Daphnis, because I am your debtor, 011:55,002[A ]| (And other causes which$6#1$ are better) 011:55,003[A ]| I send you here my debt of Letter. 011:55,004[A ]| You should have had a scrap of Nonsense, 011:55,005[A ]| You may remember left at Tonson's. 011:55,006[A ]| (Though by$4$ the way that$6#2$ is scurvy Rhyme Sir, 011:55,007[A ]| But yet it will$1$ serve to$9$ Tag a Line Sir.) 011:55,008[A ]| A Billet*Doux I had designed then, 011:55,009[A ]| But you may think I was in$4$ Wine then; 011:55,010[A ]| Because it being cold, you know 011:55,011[A ]| We warmed it with a Glass ~~ or so$5#2$, 011:55,012[A ]| I grant you that$3$ Shie Wine is the Devil, 011:55,013[A ]| To$9$ make one's memory uncivil; 011:55,014[A ]| But when betwixt every sparkling Cup, 011:55,015[A ]| I so$5#1$ much brisker Wit took up$5$; 011:55,016[A ]| Wit, able to$9$ inspire a thinking; 011:55,017[A ]| And make one solemn even in$4$ Drinking; 011:55,018[A ]| Wit that$6#1$ would charm and stock a Poet, 011:55,019[A ]| Even instruct **** who$6#1$ has no$2$ Wit; 011:55,020[A ]| Wit that$6#1$ was hearty ,true, and Loyal, 011:55,021[A ]| Of Wit, like$4$ Bays Sir, that$6#1$ is my Trial; 011:55,022[A ]| I say it was most impossible, 011:55,023[A ]| That$3$ after that$6#2$ one should be dull. 011:55,024[A ]| Therefore because you may not blame me, 011:55,025[A ]| Take the whole Truth as **** shall save me, 011:55,026[A ]| From White-Hall Sir, as I was coming, 011:55,027[A ]| His Sacred Majesty from Dunning; 011:55,028[A ]| Who$6#1$ oft in$4$ Debt is, truth to$9$ tell, 011:55,029[A ]| For$4$ Tory Farce, or Doggerel, 011:55,030[A ]| When every Street as dangerous was, 011:55,031[A ]| As ever the Alpian Hills to$9$ pass, 011:55,032[A ]| When melted Snow and Ice confound one, 011:55,033[A ]| Whether to$9$ break one's neck, or drown one, 011:55,034[A ]| And Billet*Doux in$4$ Pocket lay, 011:55,035[A ]| To$9$ drop as Coach should Jolt that$6#2$ way, 011:55,036[A ]| Near to$4$ that$6#2$ place of Fame called Temple, 011:55,037[A ]| (Which$6#1$ I shall note by$4$ sad Example) 011:55,038[A ]| Where College Dunce is cured of Simple, 011:55,039[A ]| Against that$6#2$ Sign of Whore called Scarlet, 011:55,040[A ]| My Coachman fairly laid Pilgarlic. 011:55,041[A ]| Though Scribbling Fist was out of joint, 011:55,042[A ]| And every Limb made great complaint; 011:55,043[A ]| Yet missing the dear Assignation, 011:55,044[A ]| Gave me most cause of Tribulation. 011:55,045[A ]| To$4$ Honest H*le I should have shown ye, 011:55,046[A ]| A Wit that$6#1$ would be proud to$9$ have known ye; 011:55,047[A ]| A Wit uncommon, and Facetious, 011:55,048[A ]| A great admirer of Lucretius; 011:55,049[A ]| But transitory hopes do vary, 011:55,050[A ]| And high Designments oft miscarry, 011:55,051[A ]| Ambition never climbed so$5#1$ lofty, 011:55,052[A ]| But may descend too fair and softly, 011:55,053[A ]| But would you had seen how sneakingly 011:55,054[A ]| I looked with this Catastrophe. 011:55,055[A ]| So$5#2$ saucy Whigg, when Plot broke out, 011:55,056[A ]| Dejected hung his snivelling snout; 011:55,057[A ]| So$5#2$ Oxford Member looked, when Rowley 011:55,058[A ]| Kicked out the Rebel Crew so$5#1$ foully; 011:55,059[A ]| So$5#2$ Perkin once that$6#2$ God of Wapping, 011:55,060[A ]| Whom slippery turn of State took napping, 011:55,061[A ]| From hopes of James the second fell 011:55,062[A ]| Into the native Scoundrel. 011:55,063[A ]| So$5#2$ Lover looked of Joy defeated, 011:55,064[A ]| When too much fire his Vigour cheated, 011:55,065[A ]| Even so$5#2$ looked I, when Bliss depriving, 011:55,066[A ]| Was caused by$4$ over-hasty driving, 011:55,067[A ]| Who$6#1$ saw me could not chuse but think, 011:55,068[A ]| I looked like$4$ Brawn in$4$ sousing drink. 011:55,069[A ]| Or Lazarello who$6#1$ was showed 011:55,070[A ]| For$4$ a strange Fish, to$4$ the gaping Crowd. 011:55,071[A ]| Thus you by$4$ fate (to$4$ me, Sinister), 011:55,072[A ]| At Shop of Book my Billet missed Sir. 011:55,073[A ]| And home I went as discontent, 011:55,074[A ]| As a new routed Parliament, 011:55,075[A ]| Not seeing Daphnis before he went. 011:55,076[A ]| And sure his grief beyond expressing, 011:55,077[A ]| Of Joy proposed to$9$ want the Blessing; 011:55,078[A ]| Therefore to$9$ Pardon pray incline, 011:55,079[A ]| Since disappointment all was mine; 011:55,080[A ]| Of Hell we have no$2$ other notion, 011:55,081[A ]| Than all the joys of Heaven's privation; 011:55,082[A ]| So$3$ Sir with Recommendments fervent, 011:55,083[A ]| I rest your very humble Servant. 011:55,000[A ]| 011:55,084[A ]| On$4$ Twelfth night Sir, by$4$ that$6#2$ good token, 011:55,085[A ]| When lamentable Cake was broken, 011:55,086[A ]| You had a Friend, a Man of Wit, 011:55,087[A ]| A Man whom I shall never forget; 011:55,088[A ]| For$3$ every word he did impart, 011:55,089[A ]| It was worth the keeping in$4$ a heart: 011:55,090[A ]| True Tory all! and when he spoke, 011:55,091[A ]| A God in$4$ Wit, though Man in$4$ look. 011:55,092[A ]| ~~ To$4$ this your Friend ~~ Daphnis address 011:55,093[A ]| The humblest of my Services; 011:55,094[A ]| Tell him how much ~~ yet do not too, 011:55,095[A ]| My vast esteem no$2$ words can shew; 011:55,096[A ]| Tell him ~~ that$3$ he is worthy ~~ you. 011:58,000@@@@@| 011:58,000[' ]| <58 A PARAPHRASE ON THE LORDS PRAYER.> 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,001[A ]| O Wondrous condescension of a God! 011:58,002[A ]| To$4$ poor unworthy sinful flesh and blood; 011:58,003[A ]| Lest the high Mystery of Divinity, 011:58,004[A ]| Thy sacred Title, should too Awful be; 011:58,005[A ]| Lest trembling prostrates should not freely come, 011:58,006[A ]| As to$4$ their Parent, to$4$ their native home; 011:58,007[A ]| Lest thy incomprehensible God-head should 011:58,008[A ]| Not by$4$ dull Man; be rightly understood; 011:58,009[A ]| Thou deignest to$9$ take a name, that$6#1$ fits our sense, 011:58,010[A ]| Yet lessens not thy glorious Excellence. 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,011[A ]| Thy Mercy ended not, when thou didst own 011:58,012[A ]| Poor lost and out-cast Man to$9$ be thy Son; 011:58,013[A ]| It was not enough the Father to$9$ dispense, 011:58,014[A ]| In$4$ Heaven thou gavest us an Inheritance; 011:58,015[A ]| A Province, where thou hast deigned each Child a share; 011:58,016[A ]| Advance my timorous Soul, thou needst not fear, 011:58,017[A ]| Thou hast a God! a God and Father! there. 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,018[A ]| Forever be it, may my Pious Verse, 011:58,019[A ]| That$6#1$ shall thy great and glorious name rehearse, 011:58,020[A ]| By$4$ singing Angels still repeated be, 011:58,021[A ]| And tune a Song that$6#1$ may be worthy thee; 011:58,022[A ]| While all the Earth with Echoing Heaven shall join, 011:58,023[A ]| To$9$ Magnify a Being so$5#1$ Divine. 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,024[A ]| Prepare my Soul against that$6#2$ Triumphant day, 011:58,025[A ]| Adorn thyself with all that$6#1$ is Heavenly gay, 011:58,026[A ]| Put on$5$ the Garment, which$6#1$ no$2$ spot can stain, 011:58,027[A ]| And with thy God! thy King, and Father! Reign; 011:58,028[A ]| When all the Joyful Court of Heaven shall be 011:58,029[A ]| One everlasting day of Jubilee; 011:58,030[A ]| Make my Soul fit but there to$9$ find a room, 011:58,031[A ]| Then when thou wilt, Lord let thy Kingdom come. 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,032[A ]| With all submission prostrate I resign 011:58,033[A ]| My Soul, my Faculties, and Will$0$ to$4$ thine; 011:58,034[A ]| For$3$ thou, Oh Lord, art Holy, Wise, and Just, 011:58,035[A ]| And raising Man from forth the common dust, 011:58,036[A ]| Hast set thy Sacred Image on$4$ his Soul, 011:58,037[A ]| And shall the Pot the Potter's Hand control? 011:58,038[A ]| Poor boasting feeble Clay, that$6#2$ Error shun, 011:58,039[A ]| Submit and let the Almighty's Will$0$ be done. 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,040[A ]| For$3$ there the Angels, and the Saints rejoice, 011:58,041[A ]| Resigning all to$4$ the blest Heavenly Voice; 011:58,042[A ]| Behold the Seraphins his Will$0$ obey, 011:58,043[A ]| Wilt thou less humble be, fond Man than they? 011:58,044[A ]| Behold the Cherubins and Powers Divine, 011:58,045[A ]| And all the Heavenly Host in$4$ Homage join; 011:58,046[A ]| Shall their Submission yield, and shall not thine? 011:58,047[A ]| Nay, shall even God submit to$4$ Flesh and Blood? 011:58,048[A ]| For$4$ our Redemption, our Eternal good, 011:58,049[A ]| Shall he submit to$4$ stripes, nay even to$9$ die 011:58,050[A ]| A Death reproachful, and of Infamy? 011:58,051[A ]| Shall God himself submit, and shall not I? 011:58,052[A ]| Vain, stubborn Fool, draw not thy ruin on$5$, 011:58,053[A ]| But as in$4$ Heaven; on$4$ Earth God's Will$0$ be done; 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,054[A ]| For$3$ oh my God! as boasting as we are, 011:58,055[A ]| We cannot live without thy heavenly care, 011:58,056[A ]| With all our Pride, not one poor Morsel is gained, 011:58,057[A ]| Till by$4$ thy wondrous Bounty first obtained; 011:58,058[A ]| With all our flattered Wit, our fancied sense. 011:58,059[A ]| We have not to$4$ one Mercy a pretence 011:58,060[A ]| Without the aid of thy Omnipotence. 011:58,061[A ]| Oh God, so$5#2$ fit my soul, that$3$ I may prove 011:58,062[A ]| A pitied Object of thy Grace and Love; 011:58,063[A ]| May my soul be with Heavenly Manna fed, 011:58,064[A ]| And deign my grosser part thy daily bread. 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,065[A ]| How prone we are to$9$ Sin, how sweet were made 011:58,066[A ]| The pleasures, our resistless hearts invade! 011:58,067[A ]| Of all my Crimes, the breach of all thy Laws 011:58,068[A ]| Love, soft bewitching Love! has been the cause; 011:58,069[A ]| Of all the Paths that$6#1$ Vanity has trod, 011:58,070[A ]| That$6#2$ sure will$1$ soonest be forgiven of God; 011:58,071[A ]| If things on$4$ Earth may be to$4$ Heaven resembled, 011:58,072[A ]| It must be love, pure, constant, undissembled: 011:58,073[A ]| But if to$9$ Sin by$4$ chance the Charmer press, 011:58,074[A ]| Forgive, O Lord, forgive our Trepasses. 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,075[A ]| Oh that$3$ this grateful, little Charity, 011:58,076[A ]| Forgiving others all their Sins to$4$ me, 011:58,077[A ]| May with my God for$4$ mine atoning be. 011:58,078[A ]| I have sought around, and found no$2$ foe in$4$ view, 011:58,079[A ]| Whom with the least Revenge I would pursue, 011:58,080[A ]| My God, my God, dispense thy Mercies too. 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,081[A ]| Thou but permits it, Lord, it is we go on$5$, 011:58,082[A ]| And give ourselves the Provocation; 011:58,083[A ]| It is we, that$6#1$ prone to$4$ pleasures which$6#1$ invite, 011:58,084[A ]| Seek all the Arts to$9$ heighten vain delight; 011:58,085[A ]| But if without some Sin we cannot move, 011:58,086[A ]| May mine proceed no$2$ higher than to$9$ love; 011:58,087[A ]| And may thy vengeance be the less severe, 011:58,088[A ]| Since thou hast made the object loved so$5#1$ . 011:58,000[' ]| 011:58,089[A ]| From all the hasty Fury Passion breeds, 011:58,090[A ]| And into deaf and blinded Error leads, 011:58,091[A ]| From words that$6#1$ bear Damnation in$4$ the sound, 011:58,092[A ]| And do the Soul as well as Honour wound, 011:58,093[A ]| That$6#1$ by$4$ degrees of Madness lead us on$5$ 011:58,094[A ]| To$4$ Indiscretion, Shame, Confusion; 011:58,095[A ]| From Fondness, Lying, and Hypocrisy, 011:58,096[A ]| From my neglect of what I owe to$4$ thee; 011:58,097[A ]| From Scandal, and from Pride, divert my thought, 011:58,098[A ]| And from my Neighbour grant I covert nought; 011:58,099[A ]| From black Ingratitude, and Treason, Lord, 011:58,100[A ]| Guard me, even in$4$ the least unreverend word. 011:58,101[A ]| In$4$ my Opinion, grant, O Lord, I may 011:58,102[A ]| Be guided in$4$ the true and rightful way, 011:58,103[A ]| And he that$6#1$ guides me may not go astray; 011:58,104[A ]| Do thou, oh Lord, instruct me how to$9$ know 011:58,105[A ]| Not whither, but which$6#1$ way I am to$9$ go; 011:58,106[A ]| For$3$ how should I an unknown passage find, 011:58,107[A ]| When my instructing Guide himself is blind. 011:58,108[A ]| All Honour, Glory, and all Praise be given 011:58,109[A ]| To$4$ Kings on$4$ Earth, and to$4$ our God in$4$ Heaven. 011:58,000[' ]| < ~~~ Amen.> 011:59,000@@@@@| 011:59,000[' ]| <59 SELINDA and CLORIS,> 011:59,000[' ]| 011:59,001[' ]| As young Selinda led her Flock, 011:59,002[' ]| Beneath the Shelter of a shaded Rock, 011:59,003[' ]| The Melancholy Cloris by$5$, 011:59,004[' ]| Thus to$4$ the Lovely Maid did sighing cry. 011:59,005[B ]| Selinda you too lightly proze, 011:59,006[B ]| The powerful Glories of your Eyes; 011:59,007[B ]| To$9$ suffer young Alexis to$9$ adore, 011:59,008[B ]| Alexis, whom Love made my Slave before; 011:59,009[B ]| I first adorned him with my Chains, 011:59,010[B ]| He sighed beneath the rigour of my Reign; 011:59,011[B ]| And can that$6#2$ Conquest now be worth your pain? 011:59,012[B ]| A Votary you deserve who$6#1$ never knew how, 011:59,013[B ]| To$4$ any Altars but your own to$9$ bow. 011:59,014[C ]| Is it your Friendship or your Jealousy, 011:59,015[C ]| That$6#1$ brings this timely aid to$4$ me? 011:59,016[C ]| With Reason we that$6#2$ Empire quit, 011:59,017[C ]| Who$6#1$ so$5#1$ much Rigour shows, 011:59,018[C ]| And it would declare more Love than Wit, 011:59,019[C ]| Not to$9$ recall his Vows. 011:59,020[C ]| If Beauty could Alexis move, 011:59,021[C ]| He might as well be mine; 011:59,022[C ]| He saw the Errors of his Love, 011:59,023[C ]| He saw how long in$4$ vain he strove, 011:59,024[C ]| And did your scorn decline; 011:59,025[C ]| And Cloris, I the Gods may imitate, 011:59,026[C ]| And humble Penitents receive, though late. 011:59,027[B ]| Mistaken Maid, can his Devotion prove 011:59,028[B ]| Agreeable or true, 011:59,029[B ]| Who$6#1$ only offers broken Vows of Love? 011:59,030[B ]| Vows, which$6#1$ Selinda, are my due. 011:59,031[B ]| How often prostrate at my feet he has lain, 011:59,032[B ]| Imploring Pity for$4$ his Pain? 011:59,033[B ]| My heart a thousand way he strove to$9$ win, 011:59,034[B ]| Before it let the Charming Conqueror in$5$; 011:59,035[B ]| Ah then how soon the Amorous heat was laid! 011:59,036[B ]| How soon he broke the Vows he made! 011:59,037[B ]| Slighting the Trophies he had won, 011:59,038[B ]| And smiling saw me sigh for$4$ being undone. 011:59,039[C ]| Enough, enough, my dear abandoned Maid, 011:59,040[C ]| Enough thy Eyes, thy Sighs, thy Tongue have said, 011:59,041[C ]| In$4$ all the Groves, on$4$ all the Plains, 011:59,042[C ]| Amongst all the Shepherds, all the Swains, 011:59,043[C ]| I never saw the Charms could move 011:59,044[C ]| My yet unconquered heart, to$4$ Love; 011:59,045[C ]| And though a God Alexis were, 011:59,046[C ]| He should not rule the Empire here. 011:59,047[B ]| Then from his charming Language fly, 011:59,048[B ]| Or thou art undone as well as I; 011:59,049[B ]| The God of Love is sure his Friend, 011:59,050[B ]| Who$6#1$ taught him all his Arts, 011:59,051[B ]| And when a Conquest he designed, 011:59,052[B ]| He furnished him with Darts. 011:59,053[B ]| His Quiver, and his gilded Bow, 011:59,054[B ]| To$4$ his assistance brings, 011:59,055[B ]| And having given the fatal Blow, 011:59,056[B ]| Lends him his fleeting Wings. 011:59,057[B ]| Though not a Cottage-Slave, can be, 011:59,058[B ]| Before the Conquest, so$5#1$ submiss as he, 011:59,059[B ]| To$9$ Fold your Sheep, to$9$ gather Flowers, 011:59,060[B ]| To$9$ Pipe and sing, and sigh away your hours; 011:59,061[B ]| Early your Flocks to$4$ fragrant Meads, 011:59,062[B ]| Or cooling Shades, and Springs he Leads; 011:59,063[B ]| Weaves Garlands, or go seek your Lambs, 011:59,064[B ]| That$6#1$ struggling from their bleating Dams, 011:59,065[B ]| Or any humble business do, 011:59,066[B ]| But once a Victor, he is a Tyrant too. 011:59,067[C ]| Cloris, such little Services would prove 011:59,068[C ]| Too mean, to$9$ be repaid with Love; 011:59,069[C ]| A Look, a Nod, a Smile would quit that$6#2$ score, 011:59,070[C ]| And she deserves to$9$ be undone, that$6#1$ pays a Shepherd more. 011:59,071[B ]| His new-blown Passion if Selinda Scorn, 011:59,072[B ]| Alexis may again to$4$ me return. 011:59,073[C ]| Secure thy Fears, the Vows he makes to$4$ me 011:59,074[C ]| I send a Present, back to$4$ thee; 011:59,075[B ]| Then we will$1$ sing, in$4$ every Grove, 011:59,076[B ]| The greatness of your Mind, ~~ 011:59,077[C ]| ~~ And I your Love. 011:59,078[V ]| And all the Day, 011:59,079[V ]| With Pride and Joy, 011:59,080[V ]| We will$1$ let the Neighbouring Shepherds see, 011:59,081[V ]| That$3$ none like$4$ us, 011:59,082[V ]| Did ever express, 011:59,083[V ]| The heights of Love and Amity; 011:59,084[V ]| And all the day, &c% 011:60,000@@@@@| 011:60,000[' ]| <60 A PINDARIC> 011:60,000[' ]| 011:60,001[A ]| Damon, although you waste in$4$ vain, 011:60,002[A ]| That$6#2$ precious breath of thine, 011:60,003[A ]| Where lies a Power in$4$ every strain, 011:60,004[A ]| To$9$ take in$5$ any other heart, but mine; 011:60,005[A ]| Yet do not cease to$9$ sing, that$3$ I may know, 011:60,006[A ]| By$4$ what soft Charms and Arts, 011:60,007[A ]| What more than Human it is you do, 011:60,008[A ]| To$9$ take, and keep your hearts; 011:60,009[A ]| Or have you Vowed never to$9$ waste your breath, 011:60,010[A ]| But when some Maid must fall a Sacrifice, 011:60,011[A ]| As Indian Priests prepare a death, 011:60,012[A ]| For$4$ Slaves to$9$ addorn their Victories, 011:60,013[A ]| Your Charm is as powerful, if I live, 011:60,014[A ]| For$3$ I as sensible shall be, 011:60,015[A ]| What wound you can, to$4$ all that$6#1$ hear you, give, 011:60,016[A ]| As if you wounded me; 011:60,017[A ]| And shall as much adore your wondrous skill, 011:60,018[A ]| As if my heart each dying Note could kill. 011:60,019[A ]| And yet I should not tempt my Fate, 011:60,020[A ]| Nor trust my feeble strength, 011:60,021[A ]| Which$6#1$ does with every softening Note abate, 011:60,022[A ]| And may at length 011:60,023[A ]| Reduce me to$4$ the wretched Slave I hate; 011:60,024[A ]| It is strange extremity in$4$ me, 011:60,025[A ]| To$9$ venture on$4$ a doubtful Victory, 011:60,026[A ]| Where if you fail, I gain no$2$ more, 011:60,027[A ]| Than what I had before; 011:60,028[A ]| But it will$1$ certain comfort bring, 011:60,029[A ]| If I unconquered do escape from you; 011:60,030[A ]| If I can live, and hear you sing, 011:60,031[A ]| No$2$ other Forces can my Soul subdue; 011:60,032[A ]| Sing Damon then, and let each Shade, 011:60,033[A ]| Which$6#1$ with thy Heavenly voice is happy made, 011:60,034[A ]| Bear witness if my courage be not great, 011:60,035[A ]| To$9$ hear thee sing, and make a safe retreat. 012:00,000@@@@@| 012:02,000[' ]| 012:02,001[B ]| I led my Silvia to$4$ a Grove, 012:02,002[B ]| Where all the Boughs did shade us 012:02,003[B ]| The Sun itself, though it had strove 012:02,004[B ]| It could not have betrayed us. 012:02,005[B ]| The place secured from human eyes 012:02,006[B ]| No$2$ other fear allows, 012:02,007[B ]| But when the Winds do gently rise; 012:02,008[B ]| And kiss the yielding Boughs. 012:02,009[B ]| Down there we sat upon$4$ the Moss, 012:02,010[B ]| And did begin to$9$ play, 012:02,011[B ]| A thousand wanton tricks to$9$ pass, 012:02,012[B ]| The heat of all the day. 012:02,013[B ]| A many kisses I did give, 012:02,014[B ]| And she returned the same, 012:02,015[B ]| Which$6#1$ made her willing to$9$ receive; 012:02,016[B ]| That$6#2$ which$6#1$ I dare not name. 012:02,017[B ]| My greedy eyes no$2$ aids required, 012:02,018[B ]| To$9$ tell their amorous Tale, 012:02,019[B ]| On$4$ her that$6#1$ was already fired: 012:02,020[B ]| It was easy to$9$ prevail. 012:02,021[B ]| I did but kiss and clasp her round, 012:02,022[B ]| Whilst they my thoughts expressed, 012:02,023[B ]| And laid her gently on$4$ the ground: 012:02,024[B ]| Oh! who$6#2$ can guess the rest. 012:03,000[' ]| <3 A Song to a Scotish tune.> 012:03,001[B ]| Come my Phillis, let us improve, 012:03,002[B ]| Both our joy of equal love, 012:03,003[B ]| Whilst we in$4$ yonder shady Grove, 012:03,004[B ]| Count Minutes by$4$ our kisses. 012:03,005[B ]| See the Flowers how sweetly they spread, 012:03,006[B ]| And each displays his coloured head, 012:03,007[B ]| To$9$ make for$4$ us a fragrant Bed, 012:03,008[B ]| To$9$ practise over new blisses. 012:03,009[B ]| The Sun itself, with love does conspire, 012:03,010[B ]| And sends abroad his ardent fire, 012:03,011[B ]| And kindly seems to$9$ bid us retire; 012:03,012[B ]| And shade us from his Glory. 012:03,013[B ]| Then fairest come, and do not fear, 012:03,014[B ]| All that$6#1$ your Slave desires there, 012:03,015[B ]| Is Phillis, what you love to$9$ hear 012:03,016[B ]| Him say; that$3$ he does adore you. 012:03,017[B ]| Ah! Phillis, if you love me so$5#2$, 012:03,018[B ]| As you persuaded me long ago, 012:03,019[B ]| Why should you now refuse to$9$ do, 012:03,020[B ]| What you so$5#1$ oft have vowed me; 012:03,021[B ]| Did I ever your bounty abuse, 012:03,022[B ]| Or your severest commands refuse: 012:03,023[B ]| Nay rather choose to$9$ languish than to$9$ lose 012:03,024[B ]| The perfect respect I owed to$4$ you, 012:03,025[B ]| Yet Phillis some reward is due, 012:03,026[B ]| To$4$ him who$6#1$ daily does renew 012:03,027[B ]| The passion which$6#1$ he has for$4$ you 012:03,028[B ]| And is a faithful Lover, 012:03,029[B ]| Then come to$4$ my dearest be not shy, 012:03,030[B ]| Thou knowest my heart, and my secresy 012:03,031[B ]| Wait not this opportunity, 012:03,032[B ]| When none can our joys, discover. 012:03,033[B ]| Phillis, in$4$ vain you shed these tears, 012:03,034[B ]| Why do you blush, which$6#1$ speak your fears, 012:03,035[B ]| There is none but your Amintas hears. 012:03,036[B ]| What means this pretty passion, 012:03,037[B ]| Can you fear your fancies will$1$ cloy, 012:03,038[B ]| Those that$6#1$ the blessings do enjoy, 012:03,039[B ]| Oh, no$2$ such needless fears destroy; 012:03,040[B ]| This nicety is out of Fashion, 012:03,041[B ]| When thou hast done, by$4$ Pan I swear, 012:03,042[B ]| Thou wilt unto mine eyes appear, 012:03,043[B ]| A thousand times more charming and fair; 012:03,044[B ]| Than thou wert to$4$ my first desire, 012:03,045[B ]| That$6#2$ smile was kind: and now thou art wise, 012:03,046[B ]| To$9$ throw away that$6#2$ coy disguise: 012:03,047[B ]| And by$4$ the vigour of thy eyes, 012:03,048[B ]| Declare thy youth and fire. 012:04,000[' ]| <4 Song to a Scotish tune.> 012:04,001[A ]| When Jemmy, first began to$9$ Love, 012:04,002[A ]| He was the finest Swain: 012:04,003[A ]| That$6#1$ ever yet a flock had drove, 012:04,004[A ]| Or danced upon$4$ the Plain. 012:04,005[A ]| It was yau that$3$ I, way is me poor heart, 012:04,006[A ]| My freedom threw away, 012:04,007[A ]| And finding sweets in$4$ every smart: 012:04,008[A ]| I could not say him nay. 012:04,009[A ]| And ever when he spoke of Love, 012:04,010[A ]| He would his eyes decline, 012:04,011[A ]| And every sigh, would take a heart, 012:04,012[A ]| Good faith and why not mine. 012:04,013[A ]| He would press my Hand, and kiss it oft, 012:04,014[A ]| His silence spoke his flame, 012:04,015[A ]| And whilst he treated me thus soft; 012:04,016[A ]| I wished him more to$4$ blame. 012:04,017[A ]| Sometimes to$9$ feed my flocks with him, 012:04,018[A ]| My Jemmy would invite me, 012:04,019[A ]| There he the gayest Songs, would sing: 012:04,020[A ]| On$4$ purpose to$9$ delight me, 012:04,021[A ]| And Jemmy every grace displayed, 012:04,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ were enough I trow, 012:04,023[A ]| To$9$ conquer any princely Maid: 012:04,024[A ]| So$3$ did he me I vow. 012:04,025[A ]| But now for$4$ Jemmy must I mourn, 012:04,026[A ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ the Wars must go, 012:04,027[A ]| His Sheep-hook to$4$ a Sword must turn; 012:04,028[A ]| Alas! what shall I do. 012:04,029[A ]| His Bag-pipe into war-like sounds, 012:04,030[A ]| Must now exchanged be, 012:04,031[A ]| Instead of Garlands, fearful Wounds: 012:04,032[A ]| Then what becomes of me. 012:18,000[' ]| <18 Song.> 012:18,000[' ]| 012:18,001[A ]| Love in$4$ Fantastic Triumph sat, 012:18,002[A ]| Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed, 012:18,003[A ]| For$4$ whom Fresh paines he did Create, 012:18,004[A ]| And strange Tyrannic power he showed; 012:18,005[A ]| From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire, 012:18,006[A ]| Which$6#1$ round about, in$4$ sport he hurled; 012:18,007[A ]| But it was from mine, he took desire, 012:18,008[A ]| Enough to$9$ undo the Amorous World. 012:18,009[A ]| From me he took his sighs and tears, 012:18,010[A ]| From thee his Pride and Cruelty; 012:18,011[A ]| From me his Languishments and Fears, 012:18,012[A ]| And every Killing Dart from thee; 012:18,013[A ]| Thus thou and I, the God have armed, 012:18,014[A ]| And set him up$5$ a Deity; 012:18,015[A ]| But my poor Heart alone is harmed, 012:18,016[A ]| Whilst thine the Victor is, and free. 012:19,000[' ]| <19 Song.> 012:19,000[' ]| 012:19,001[' ]| Amyntas that$6#2$ true hearted Swain, 012:19,002[' ]| Upon$4$ a River's Bank was laid, 012:19,003[' ]| Where to$4$ the pitying streams he did complain 012:19,004[' ]| On$4$ Silvia that$6#2$ false Charming Maid. 012:19,005[' ]| Whilst she was still regardless of his pain. 012:19,006[' ]| Ah! charming Silvia, would he cry; 012:19,007[' ]| And what he said, the Echoes would reply: 012:19,008@b | Be kind or else I die, ~~ I die 012:19,009@b | Be kind or else I die, ~~ I die. 012:19,010@b | Those smiles and Kisses which$6#1$ you give, 012:19,011@b | Remember Sylvia are my due; 012:19,012@b | And all the Joys my Rival does receive, 012:19,013@b | He ravishes from me not you: 012:19,014@b | Ah Silvia! can I live and this believe? 012:19,015@b | Insensibles are touched to$9$ see 012:19,016@b | My Languishments, and seem to$9$ pity me: 012:19,017@b | Which$6#1$ I demand of thee: ~~ of thee 012:19,018@b | Which$6#1$ I demand of thee: ~~ of thee. 012:19,000[' ]| 012:20,000[' ]| <20 Song.> 012:20,000[' ]| 012:20,001[A ]| Damon I cannot blame your will$0$, 012:20,002[A ]| It was Chance and not Design did kill; 012:20,003[A ]| For$3$ whilst you did prepare your Charms, 012:20,004[A ]| On$4$ purpose Silvia to$9$ subdue: 012:20,005[A ]| I met the Arrows as they flew, 012:20,006[A ]| And saved her from their harms. 012:20,007[A ]| Alas! she cannot make returns, 012:20,008[A ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ a Swain already Burns; 012:20,009[A ]| A Shepherd whom she does Caress: 012:20,010[A ]| With all the softest marks of Love, 012:20,011[A ]| And it is in$4$ vain thou seekest to$9$ move, 012:20,012[A ]| The cruel Shepherdess. 012:20,013[A ]| Content thee with this Victory, 012:20,014[A ]| Think me as fair and young as she: 012:20,015[A ]| I will$1$ make thee Garlands all the day, 012:20,016[A ]| And in$4$ the Groves we will$1$ sit and sing; 012:20,017[A ]| I will$1$ Crown thee with the pride of the Spring, 012:20,018[A ]| When thou art Lord of May. 012:22,000[' ]| <22 The Sence of a Letter sent me, made into Verse;> 012:22,000[' ]| 012:22,001[B ]| In$4$ vain I have laboured the Victor to$9$ prove 012:22,002[B ]| Of a Heart that$6#1$ can never give Admittance to$4$ Love: 012:22,003[B ]| So$5#1$ hard to$9$ be won, 012:22,004[B ]| That$3$ nothing so$5#1$ young, 012:22,005[B ]| Could ever have resisted a Passion so$5#1$ long. 012:22,006[B ]| But nothing I left unattempted or said, 012:22,007[B ]| To$9$ soften the Heart of the Pitiless Maid; 012:22,008[B ]| Yet still she was shy, 012:22,009[B ]| And would blushing deny, 012:22,010[B ]| Whilst her willinger Eyes gave her Language the Lie. 012:22,011[B ]| When before the Impregnable Fort I lay down, 012:22,012[B ]| I resolved or to$9$ die, or to$9$ Purchase Renown, 012:22,013[B ]| But how vain was the Boast! 012:22,014[B ]| All the Glory I lost, 012:22,015[B ]| And now vanquished and shamed I have quitted my Post. 012:23,000[' ]| <23 The Return.> 012:23,001[A ]| Amyntas whilst you 012:23,002[A ]| Have an Art to$9$ subdue, 012:23,003[A ]| And can conquer a Heart with a Look or a Smile, 012:23,004[A ]| You Pitiless grow, 012:23,005[A ]| And no$2$ Faith will$1$ allow; 012:23,006[A ]| It is the Glory you seek when you rifle the Spoil. 012:23,007[A ]| Your soft warring Eyes, 012:23,008[A ]| When prepared for$4$ the Prize, 012:23,009[A ]| Can laugh at the Aids of my feeble Disdain; 012:23,010[A ]| You can humble the Foe, 012:23,011[A ]| And soon make her to$9$ know, 012:23,012[A ]| Though she arms her with Pride, her Efforts are but vain. 012:23,013[A ]| But Shepherd beware, 012:23,014[A ]| Though a Victor you are; 012:23,015[A ]| A Tyrant was never secure in$4$ his Throne; 012:23,016[A ]| Whilst proudly you aim 012:23,017[A ]| New Conquests to$9$ gain, 012:23,018[A ]| Some hard hearted Nymph may return you your own. 012:26,000[' ]| <26 Song to Ceres.> 012:26,000[' ]| 012:26,001[C ]| Ceres, Great Goddess of the Bounteous Year, 012:26,002[C ]| Who$6#1$ loadest the Teeming Earth with Gold and Grain, 012:26,003[C ]| Blessing the Labours of the Industrious Swain, 012:26,004[C ]| And to$4$ their Plaints inclinest thy gracious Ear: 012:26,005[C ]| Behold two fair Cicilian Lovers lie 012:26,006[C ]| Prostrate before thy Deity; 012:26,007[C ]| Imploring thou wilt grant the just Desires 012:26,008[C ]| Of two Chaste Hearts that$6#1$ burn with equal Fires. 012:26,009[C ]| Amyntas he, brave, generous and young; 012:26,010[C ]| Whom yet no$2$ Vice his Youth has ever betrayed: 012:26,011[C ]| And Chaste Urania is the Lovely Maid; 012:26,012[C ]| His Daughter who$6#1$ has served thy Altars long, 012:26,013[C ]| As thy High Priest: A Dowry he demands 012:26,014[C ]| At the young Amorous Shepherd's hands: 012:26,015[C ]| Say, gentle Goddess, what the Youth must give. 012:26,016[C ]| Before the Bright Maid he can from thee receive. 012:27,000[' ]| <27 Song in the same Play, by the> 012:27,000[' ]| 012:27,001[C ]| Pan grant that$3$ I may never prove, 012:27,002[C ]| So$5#1$ great a Slave to$9$ fall in$4$ love, 012:27,003[C ]| And to$4$ an Unknown Deity. 012:27,004[C ]| Resign my happy Liberty: 012:27,005[C ]| I love to$9$ see the Amorous Swains, 012:27,006[C ]| Unto my Scorn their Hearts resign: 012:27,007[C ]| With Pride I see the Meads and Plains. 012:27,008[C ]| Throned all with Slaves, and they all mine: 012:27,009[C ]| Whilst I the whining Fools despise, 012:27,010[C ]| That$6#1$ pay their Homage to$4$ my Eyes. 012:30,000[' ]| <30 The Dream. A Song.> 012:30,001[A ]| The Grove was gloomy all around, 012:30,002[A ]| Murmuring the Streams did pass, 012:30,003[A ]| Where fond Astrea laid her down 012:30,004[A ]| Upon$4$ a Bed of Grass. 012:30,005[A ]| I slept and saw a piteous sight, 012:30,006[A ]| Cupid a*weeping lay, 012:30,007[A ]| Till both his little Stars of Light 012:30,008[A ]| Had wept themselves away. 012:30,009[A ]| Methought I asked him why he cried, 012:30,010[A ]| My Pity led me on$5$: 012:30,011[A ]| All sighing the sad Boy replied, 012:30,012@b | Alas I am undone! 012:30,013@b | As I beneath yon Myrtles lay, 012:30,014@b | Down by$4$ Diana's Springs, 012:30,015@b | Amyntas stole my Bow away, 012:30,016@b | And Pinioned both my Wings. 012:30,017@a | Alas! 012:30,017[A ]| cried I, 012:30,017@a | it was then thy Darts 012:30,018@a | Wherewith he wounded me: 012:30,019@a | Thou mighty Deity of Hearts, 012:30,020@a | He stole his Power from thee. 012:30,021@a | Revenge thee, if a God thou be, 012:30,022@a | Upon$4$ the Amorous Swain; 012:30,023@a | I will$1$ set thy Wings at Liberty, 012:30,024@a | And thou shalt fly again. 012:30,025@a | And for$4$ this Service on$4$ my Part, 012:30,026@a | All I implore of thee, 012:30,027@a | Is, that$3$ thou wound Amyntas' Heart, 012:30,028@a | And make him die for$4$ me. 012:30,029[A ]| His Silken Fetters I Untied, 012:30,030[A ]| And the gay Wings displayed 012:30,031[A ]| Which$6#1$ gently fanned, he mounts and cried, 012:30,032@b | Farewell fond easy Maid. 012:30,033[A ]| At this I blushed, and angry grew 012:30,034[A ]| I should a God believe; 012:30,035[A ]| And waking found my Dream too true, 012:30,036[A ]| Alas I was a Slave. 012:32,000@a | <32 The Reflection: A Song.> 012:32,001[' ]| Poor Lost Serena, to$9$ Bemoan 012:32,002[' ]| The Rigour of her Fate, 012:32,003[' ]| Hied to$4$ a Rivers-side alone, 012:32,004[' ]| Upon$4$ whose Brinks she sat. 012:32,005[' ]| Her eyes, as if they would have spared, 012:32,006[' ]| The Language of her Tongue, 012:32,007[' ]| In$4$ Silent Tears a while declared 012:32,008[' ]| The Sense of all her wrong. 012:32,009[' ]| But they alas too feeble were, 012:32,010[' ]| Her Grief was swollen too high 012:32,011[' ]| To$9$ be Expressed in$4$ Sighs and Tears; 012:32,012[' ]| She must or speak or die. 012:32,013[' ]| And thus at last she did complain, 012:32,014@a | Is this the Faith, 012:32,014[' ]| said she, 012:32,015@a | Which$6#1$ thou allowest me, cruel Swain, 012:32,016@a | For$4$ that$6#2$ I gave to$4$ thee? 012:32,017@a | Heaven knows with how much Innocence 012:32,018@a | I did my Soul Incline 012:32,019@a | To$4$ thy Soft Charms of Eloquence, 012:32,020@a | And gave thee what was mine. 012:32,021@a | I had not one Reserve in$4$ Store, 012:32,022@a | But at thy Feet I laid 012:32,023@a | Those Arms that$6#1$ Conquered heretofore, 012:32,024@a | Though now thy Trophies made. 012:32,025@a | Thy Eyes in$4$ Silence told their Tale 012:32,026@a | Of Love in$4$ such a way, 012:32,027@a | That$3$ it was as easy to$9$ Prevail, 012:32,028@a | As after to$9$ Betray. 012:32,029@a | And when you spoke my Listening Soul, 012:32,030@a | Was on$4$ the Flattery Hung: 012:32,031@a | And I was lost without Control, 012:32,032@a | Such Music graced thy Tongue. 012:32,033@a | Alas how long in$4$ vain you strove 012:32,034@a | My coldness to$9$ divert! 012:32,035@a | How long besieged it round with Love, 012:32,036@a | Before you won the Heart. 012:32,037@a | What Arts you used, what Presents made, 012:32,038@a | What Songs, what Letters writ: 012:32,039@a | And left no$2$ Charm that$6#1$ could invade, 012:32,040@a | Or with your Eyes or Wit. 012:32,041@a | Till by$4$ such Obligations Pressed, 012:32,042@a | By$4$ such dear Perjuries won: 012:32,043@a | I heedlessly Resigned the rest, 012:32,044@a | And quickly was undone. 012:32,045@a | For$3$ as my Kindling Flames increase, 012:32,046@a | Yours glimmeringly decay: 012:32,047@a | The rifled Joys no$2$ more can Please, 012:32,048@a | That$6#1$ once obliged your Stay. 012:32,049@a | Witness ye Springs, ye Meads and Groves, 012:32,050@a | Who$6#1$ oft were conscious made 012:32,051@a | To$4$ all our hours and Vows of Love; 012:32,052@a | Witness how I am Betrayed. 012:32,053@a | Trees drop your Leaves, be Gay no$2$ more, 012:32,054@a | Ye Rivers waste and dry: 012:32,055@a | Whilst on$4$ your Melancholy Shore, 012:32,056@a | I lay me down and die. 012:33,000[' ]| <33 Song> 012:33,000[' ]| 012:33,001[' ]| It was when the Fields were gay, 012:33,002[' ]| The Groves and every Tree: 012:33,003[' ]| Just when the God of day, 012:33,004[' ]| Grown weary of his Sway, 012:33,005[' ]| Descended to$4$ the Sea, 012:33,006[' ]| And Gloomy Light around did all the World survey. 012:33,007[' ]| It was then the Hapless Swain, 012:33,008[' ]| Amyntas, to$9$ Complain 012:33,009[' ]| Of Silvia's cold Disdain, 012:33,010[' ]| Retired to$4$ Silent Shades; 012:33,011[' ]| Where by$4$ a River's Side, 012:33,012[' ]| His Tears did swell the Tide, 012:33,013[' ]| As he upon$4$ the Brink was laid. 012:33,014@b | Ye Gods, 012:33,014[' ]| he often cried, 012:33,015@b | Why did your Powers design 012:33,016@b | In$4$ Silvia so$5#1$ much Pride, 012:33,017@b | Such Falsehood too beside, 012:33,018@b | With Beauty so$5#1$ Divine? 012:33,019@b | Why should so$5#1$ much of Hell with so$5#1$ much Heaven join? 012:33,020@b | Be witness every Shade, 012:33,021@b | How oft the lovely Maid 012:33,022@b | Her tender Vows has paid; 012:33,023@b | Yet with the self-same Breath, 012:33,024@b | With which$6#1$ so$5#1$ oft before, 012:33,025@b | And solemnly she swore, 012:33,026@b | Pronounces now Amyntas' Death. 012:33,027@b | But Charming Nymph beware, 012:33,028@b | Whilst I your Victim die, 012:33,029@b | Someone, my Perjured Fair, 012:33,030@b | Revenging my Despair, 012:33,031@b | Will$1$ prove as false to$4$ thee; 012:33,032@b | Which$6#1$ yet my wandering Ghost would look more pale to$9$ see. 012:33,033@b | For$3$ I shall break my Tomb, 012:33,034@b | And nightly as I roam, 012:33,035@b | Shall to$4$ my Silvia come, 012:33,036@b | And show the Piteous Sight; 012:33,037@b | My bleeding Bosom too, 012:33,038@b | Which$6#1$ wounds were given by$4$ you; 012:33,039@b | Then vanish in$4$ the Shades of Night. 012:34,000[' ]| <34 Song.> 012:34,000[' ]| 012:34,000[' ]| 012:34,001[A ]| How strongly does my Passion flow, 012:34,002[A ]| Divided equally betwixt two? 012:34,003[A ]| Damon had never subdued my Heart, 012:34,004[A ]| Had not Alexis took his part; 012:34,005[A ]| Nor could Alexis powerful prove, 012:34,006[A ]| Without my Damon's Aid, to$9$ gain my Love. 012:34,007[A ]| When my Alexis present is, 012:34,008[A ]| Then I for$4$ Damon sigh and mourn; 012:34,009[A ]| But when Alexis I do miss, 012:34,010[A ]| Damon gains nothing but my Scorn. 012:34,011[A ]| But if it chance they both are by$5$, 012:34,012[A ]| For$4$ both alike I languish, sigh, and die. 012:34,013[A ]| Cure then, thou mighty winged God, 012:34,014[A ]| This restless Fever in$4$ my Blood; 012:34,015[A ]| One Golden-Pointed Dart take back: 012:34,016[A ]| But which$6#2$, O Cupid, wilt thou take? 012:34,017[A ]| If Damons, all my Hopes are crossed; 012:34,018[A ]| Or that$6#2$ of my Alexis, I am lost. 012:35,000[' ]| <35 The Counsel. A Song> 012:35,000[' ]| 012:35,001[B ]| A Pox upon$4$ this needless Scorn: 012:35,002[B ]| Sylvia for$4$ Shame the Cheat give over: 012:35,003[B ]| The End to$4$ which$6#1$ the Fair are born, 012:35,004[B ]| Is not to$9$ keep their Charms in$4$ store: 012:35,005[B ]| But lavishly dispose in$4$ haste 012:35,006[B ]| Of Joys which$6#1$ none but Youth improve; 012:35,007[B ]| Joys which$6#1$ decay when Beauty is past; 012:35,008[B ]| And who$6#2$, when Beauty is past, will$1$ love? 012:35,009[B ]| When Age those Glories shall deface, 012:35,010[B ]| Revenging all your cold Disdain; 012:35,011[B ]| And Sylvia shall neglected pass, 012:35,012[B ]| By$4$ every once-admiring Swain; 012:35,013[B ]| And we no$2$ more shall Homage pay: 012:35,014[B ]| When you in$4$ vain too late shall burn, 012:35,015[B ]| If Love increase, and Youth decay, 012:35,016[B ]| Ah Sylvia! who$6#2$ will$1$ make Return? 012:35,017[B ]| Then haste, my Sylvia, to$4$ the Grove, 012:35,018[B ]| Where all the Sweets of May conspire 012:35,019[B ]| To$9$ teach us every Art of Love, 012:35,020[B ]| And raise our Joys of Pleasure higher: 012:35,021[B ]| Where while embracing we shall lie 012:35,022[B ]| Loosely in$4$ Shades on$4$ Beds of Flowers, 012:35,023[B ]| The duller World while we defy, 012:35,024[B ]| Years will$1$ be Minutes, Ages Hours. 012:36,000[' ]| <36 SONG> 012:36,000[' ]| 012:36,000[' ]| 012:36,001[' ]| Phillis, whose Heart was Unconfined, 012:36,002[' ]| And free as Flowers on$4$ Meads and Plains, 012:36,003[' ]| None boasted of her being Kind, 012:36,004[' ]| Amongst all the languishing and amorous Swains. 012:36,005[' ]| No$2$ Sighs or Tears the Nymph could move, 012:36,006[' ]| To$9$ pity or return their Love. 012:36,007[' ]| Till on$4$ a time the hapless Maid 012:36,008[' ]| Retired to$9$ shun the Heat of the Day 012:36,009[' ]| Into a Grove, beneath whose Shade 012:36,010[' ]| Strephon the careless Shepherd sleeping lay: 012:36,011[' ]| But O such Charms the Youth adorn, 012:36,012[' ]| Love is revenged for$4$ all her Scorn. 012:36,013[' ]| Her Cheeks with Blushes covered were, 012:36,014[' ]| And tender Sighs her Bosom warm, 012:36,015[' ]| A Softness in$4$ her Eyes appear; 012:36,016[' ]| Unusual Pain she feels from every Charm: 012:36,017[' ]| To$4$ Woods and Ecchoes now she cries, 012:36,018[' ]| For$3$ Modesty to$9$ speak denies. 012:37,000[' ]| <37 SONG.> 012:37,001[A ]| Ah! what can mean that$6#2$ eager Joy 012:37,002[A ]| Transports my Heart when you appear? 012:37,003[A ]| Ah Strephon! you my Thoughts employ 012:37,004[A ]| In$4$ all that$6#1$ is Charming, all that$6#1$ is Dear. 012:37,005[A ]| When you your pleasing Story tell, 012:37,006[A ]| A Softness does invade each Part, 012:37,007[A ]| And I with Blushes own I feel 012:37,008[A ]| Something too tender at my Heart. 012:37,009[A ]| At your approach my Blushes rise, 012:37,010[A ]| And I at once both wish and fear; 012:37,011[A ]| My Wounded Soul mounts to$4$ my Eyes, 012:37,012[A ]| As it would prattle Stories there. 012:37,013[A ]| Take, take that$6#2$ Heart that$6#1$ needs must go; 012:37,014[A ]| But, Shepherd, see it kindly used: 012:37,015[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ such Presents will$1$ bestow, 012:37,016[A ]| If this, alas! should be abused? 012:38,000[' ]| <38 Silvio's Complaint:> 012:38,000[' ]| 012:38,000[' ]| 012:38,001[' ]| In$4$ the Blooming Time of the Year, 012:38,002[' ]| In$4$ the Royal Month of May: 012:38,003[' ]| All the Heavens were glad and clear, 012:38,004[' ]| All the Earth was Fresh and Gay. 012:38,005[' ]| A Noble Youth but all Forlorn, 012:38,006[' ]| Lied Sighing by$4$ a Spring: 012:38,007@b | It were better I was never Born, 012:38,008@b | Before wished to$9$ be a King. 012:38,009[' ]| Then from his starry Eyes, 012:38,010[' ]| Muckle Showers of Crystal Fell: 012:38,011[' ]| To$9$ bedew the Roses Fine, 012:38,012[' ]| That$6#1$ on$4$ his Cheeks did dwell. 012:38,013[' ]| And ever betwixt his Sighs he would cry, 012:38,014@b | How Bonny a Lad I had been, 012:38,015@b | Had I, weys me, never Aimed high, 012:38,016@b | Or wished to$9$ be a King. 012:38,017[' ]| With Dying Cloudy Looks, 012:38,018[' ]| All the Fields and Groves he kens: 012:38,019[' ]| All the Gleeding Murmuring Brooks, 012:38,020[' ]| (Now his Unambitious Friends) 012:38,021[' ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ he once with Mickle Cheer 012:38,022[' ]| His Bleating Flocks would bring: 012:38,023[' ]| And cries, 012:38,023@b | would God I had died here, 012:38,024@b | Before wished to$9$ be a King. 012:38,025@b | How oft in$4$ Yonder Mead 012:38,026@b | Covered over with Painted Flowers: 012:38,027@b | All the Dancing Youth I have led, 012:38,028@b | Where we passed our Blether Hours. 012:38,029@b | In$4$ Yonder Shade, in$4$ Yonder Grove, 012:38,030@b | How Blest the Nymphs have been: 012:38,031@b | Before I for$4$ Power Debauched Love, 012:38,032@b | Or wished to$9$ be a King. 012:38,033@b | Not the Arcadian Swains, 012:38,034@b | In$4$ their Pride and Glory Clad: 012:38,035@b | Not all the spacious Plains, 012:38,036@b | Ever could Boast a Bleether Lad. 012:38,037@b | Whenever I Piped, or Danced, or Ran, 012:38,038@b | Or leapt, or whirled the Sling: 012:38,039@b | The Flowery Wreaths I still won, 012:38,040@b | And wished to$9$ be a King. 012:38,041@b | But Cursed be yon Tall Oak, 012:38,042@b | And Old Thirsis be accursed: 012:38,043@b | There I first my peace forsook, 012:38,044@b | There I learnt Ambition first. 012:38,045@b | Such Glorious Songs of Heroes Crowned, 012:38,046@b | The Restless Swain would Sing: 012:38,047@b | My Soul unknown desires found, 012:38,048@b | And Languished to$9$ be King. 012:38,049@b | Ye Garlands wither now, 012:38,050@b | Fickle Glories vanish all: 012:38,051@b | Ye Wreaths that$6#1$ decked my Brow, 012:38,052@b | To$4$ the ground neglected fall. 012:38,053@b | No$2$ more my sweet Repose molest, 012:38,054@b | Nor to$4$ my Fancies bring 012:38,055@b | The Golden Dreams of being Blest 012:38,056@b | With Titles of a King. 012:38,057@b | Ye Noble Youths beware, 012:38,058@b | Shun Ambitious powerful Tales: 012:38,059@b | Destructive, False, and Fair, 012:38,060@b | Like$4$ the Ocean's Flattering Gales 012:38,061@b | See how my Youth and Glories lie, 012:38,062@b | Like$4$ Blasted Flowers in$4$ the Spring: 012:38,063@b | My Fame Renown and all die, 012:38,064@b | For$4$ wishing to$9$ be King. 012:56,000[' ]| <56 SONG.> 012:56,001[A ]| Cease, cease, Aminta to$9$ complain, 012:56,002[A ]| Thy Languishment give over, 012:56,003[A ]| Why shouldst thou sigh because the Swain 012:56,004[A ]| Another does adore. 012:56,005[A ]| Those Charms fond Maid that$6#1$ vanquished thee, 012:56,006[A ]| Have many a Conquest won, 012:56,007[A ]| And sure he could not cruel be, 012:56,008[A ]| And leave them all undone. 012:56,009[A ]| The Youth a Noble temper bears, 012:56,010[A ]| Soft and compassionate, 012:56,011[A ]| And thou canst only blame thy Stars, 012:56,012[A ]| That$6#1$ made thee love too late; 012:56,013[A ]| Yet had their Influence all been kind, 012:56,014[A ]| They had not crossed my Fate, 012:56,015[A ]| The tenderest hours must have an end, 012:56,016[A ]| And Passion has its date. 012:56,017[A ]| The softest love grows cold and shy, 012:56,018[A ]| The face so$5#1$ late adored, 012:56,019[A ]| Now unregarded passes by$5$, 012:56,020[A ]| Or grows at last abhorred; 012:56,021[A ]| All things in$4$ Nature fickle prove, 012:56,022[A ]| See how they glide away; 012:56,023[A ]| Think so$5#2$ in$4$ time thy hopeless love 012:56,024[A ]| Will$1$ die, as Flowers decay. 012:57,000[' ]| <57 A SONG.> 012:57,001[B ]| While, Iris, I at distance gaze, 012:57,002[B ]| And feed my greedy eyes, 012:57,003[B ]| The wounded heart, that$6#1$ dies for$4$ you, 012:57,004[B ]| Dull gazing cannot suffice; 012:57,005[B ]| Hope is the Food of Love-sick minds, 012:57,006[B ]| On$4$ that$6#2$ alone it will$1$ Feast, 012:57,007[B ]| The nobler part which$6#1$ Love refines, 012:57,008[B ]| No$2$ other can digest. 012:57,009[B ]| In$4$ vain, too nice and Charming Maid, 012:57,010[B ]| I did suppress my Cares; 012:57,011[B ]| In$4$ vain my rising sighs I stayed, 012:57,012[B ]| And stopped my falling tears; 012:57,013[B ]| The Flood would swell, the Tempest rise, 012:57,014[B ]| As my despair came on$5$; 012:57,015[B ]| When from her Lovely cruel Eyes, 012:57,016[B ]| I found I was undone. 012:57,017[B ]| Yet at your feet while thus I lie, 012:57,018[B ]| And languish by$4$ your Eyes, 012:57,019[B ]| It is far more glorious here to$9$ die, 012:57,020[B ]| Than gain another Prize. 012:57,021[B ]| Here let me sigh, here let me gaze, 012:57,022[B ]| And wish at least to$9$ find 012:57,023[B ]| As raptured nights, and tender days, 012:57,024[B ]| As he to$4$ whom you are kind. 012:89,000[' ]| <89 A SONG in Dialogue.> 012:89,001[B ]| Silvia, when will$1$ you be kind, 012:89,002[B ]| Ah, Silvia, when will$1$ you be kind. 012:89,003[C ]| When Constancy in$4$ Swains I find, 012:89,004[C ]| Ah, when Constancy in$4$ Swains I find. 012:89,005[B ]| Ah my Silvia, you are too Fair, 012:89,006[B ]| Ever to$9$ give me cause to$9$ change, 012:89,007[B ]| Ah! do not let me then despair, 012:89,008[B ]| For$3$ my Heart is not given to$9$ range. 012:89,009[C ]| Men will$1$ Sigh, Protest, and Weep, 012:89,010[C ]| Ah! what a coil with love you will$1$ keep, 012:89,011[C ]| Till our Blushes you over-come: 012:89,012[C ]| Ah! till the blessing you have won, 012:89,013[C ]| Which$6#1$, having once obtained, you fly: 012:89,014[C ]| Or if, by$4$ chance, you linger on$5$, 012:89,015[C ]| Can see us Die, can see us Die, 012:89,016[C ]| And Triumph when we are undone. 012:89,017[B ]| Oh! may my Flocks forget to$9$ feed, 012:89,018[B ]| And Wolves into my Sheepfold break: 012:89,019[B ]| May Heaven forget me in$4$ my need, 012:89,020[B ]| And thou disdain me when I speak, 012:89,021[B ]| If ever I thy Love betray, 012:89,022[B ]| Or with false Vows thy faith repay. 012:89,023[C ]| Then take my hand, which$6#1$ never to$4$ Swain 012:89,024[C ]| Was rendered, on$4$ the score of Love: 012:89,025[C ]| But, oh! I give it you with pain, 012:89,026[C ]| For$4$ fear you should Inconstant prove. 012:90,000[' ]| <90 Another SONG.> 012:90,001[' ]| Morpheus, Morpheus, God of Sleep, 012:90,002[' ]| This Hero from all danger keep, 012:90,003[' ]| Let soft Dreams around him rove, 012:90,004[' ]| Dreams of kind delights in$4$ Love. 012:90,005[' ]| What-ever toils pursue the day, 012:90,006[' ]| Do thou at Night chase all away. 012:90,007[' ]| Make soft Garlands for$4$ his Head, 012:90,008[' ]| With Roses and with Poppies spread. 012:90,009[' ]| Let soft Music fill his Ears, 012:90,010[' ]| Music from the Tuneful Spheres, 012:90,011[' ]| While Cupids round his Couch still play, 012:90,012[' ]| And wanton in$4$ the breaking day. 012:98,000[' ]| <98. A SONG.> 012:98,001[A ]| It is not your saying that$3$ you love, 012:98,002[A ]| Can ease me of my Smart; 012:98,003[A ]| Your Actions must your Words approve, 012:98,004[A ]| Or else you break my Heart. 012:98,005[A ]| In$4$ vain you bid my Passion cease, 012:98,006[A ]| And ease my troubled Breast; 012:98,007[A ]| Your Love alone must give me Peace, 012:98,008[A ]| Restore my wonted Rest. 012:98,009[A ]| But, if I fail your Heart to$9$ move, 012:98,010[A ]| And it is not yours to$9$ give; 012:98,011[A ]| I cannot, will$1$ not cease to$9$ love, 012:98,012[A ]| But I will$1$ cease to$9$ live.