SONG LIII.
Ranfported with pleasure,
I gaze on my treasure,
And ravifh my fight;
While fhe gaily fmiling,
My anguish beguiling,
Augments my delight.
How blefs'd is a lover,'
Whofe torments are over,
His fears and his pain;
When beauty relenting,
Repays with confenting,
Her fcorn and difdain.
SONG LIV.
Quire of bright beauties
In fpring did appear,
To chufe a May-lady
To govern theyear;
All the nymphs were in white,
And the fhepherds in green,
The garland was given,
And Phillis was queen.
But Phillis refused it,
And fighing did fay,
I'll not wear a garland,
While Pan is away.
While Pan and fair Syrinx
Are fled from the shore,
graces are banish'd,
And love is no more:
The foft god of pleasure
That warm'd our defires,
Has broken his bow,
And extinguish'd his fires;
And vows that himself
And his mother will mourn,
Till Pan and fair Syrinx
In triumph return.
S charming Clara walk'd alone,
The feather'd fnow came foftly down,
Like Jove defcending from his tower,
To court her in a filver shower:
The fhining flakes flew to her breafts,
As little birds into their nefts;
But being outdone with whiteness there,
For grief diffolv'd into a tear;
Thence flowing down her garment's hem,
To deck her froze into a gem.
No face fo rofie,
No July pofie
So fresh and gay.
Her skin by nature,
No ermin better,
Though that fine creature
Is white as fnow;
With blooming graces
Adorn'd her face is,
Her flowing traces
As black as floe.
She's tall and flender,
She's soft and tender ;
Some god commend her;
My wit's too low :
'Twere joyful plunder,
To bring her under,
She's all a wonder
From top to toe.
Then cease, ye fages,
To quote dull pages,
That in all ages
Our minds are free:
Though great your skill is,
So ftrong the will is,
My love for Phillis
Must ever be.
SONG LVII.
NE evening as I lay
A-mufing in a grove,
A nymph exceeding gay
Came there to feek her love;
But finding not her fwain,
She fat her down to grieve,
And thus fhe did complain,
How men her fex deceive.
Believing maids, take care
Of false deluding men,
Whose pride is to enfnare
Each female that they can :
My perjur'd fwain he swore
A thousand oaths, to prove
(As many have done before)
How true he'd be to love.
Then, virgins, for my fake,
Ne'er truft falfe man again;
The pleasure we partake,
Ne'er answers half the pain;
Uncertain as the feas,
Is their unconstant mind, At once they burn or freeze, Still changing like the wind.
When she had told her tale,
Compaffion feiz'd my heart,
And Cupid did prevail
With me to take her part :
Then bowing to the fair,
I made my kind address,
And vow'd to bear a share
In her unhappiness.
Surpris'd at firft she rofe,
And ftrove from me to fly :
I told her I'd difclofe
For grief a remedy.
Then, with a smiling look,
Said the to affwage the ftorm,
I doubt you've undertook
A task you can't perform.
Since proof convinces beft,
Fair maid, believe it true,
That rage is but a jeft,
To what revenge can do:
Then ferve him in his kind,
And fit the fool again,
Such charms were ne'er defign'd For fuch a faithlefs fwain.
I courted her with care,
Till her foft foul gave way,
And from her breast so fair,
Stole the sweet heart away:
Then the with fmiles confefs'd,
Her mind felt no more pain,
While fhe was thus carefs'd,
By fuch a lovely swain.
SONG LVIII.
O not afk me, charming Phillis,
Why I lead you here alone,
By this bank of pinks and lilies,
And of rofes newly blown.
'Tis not to behold the beauty
Of thefe flowers that crown the fpring; but I know my duty,
And dare never name the thing.
"Tis at worst but her denying,
Why fhou'd I thus fearful be?
Every minute, gently flying,
Smiles and fays, Make use of me.
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