Vanquish'd at laft by powerful love,
The nymph expiring lay.

No more fhe figh'd, no more the ftrove
Since no kind ftars were found above,
She blush'd and died away.

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Yet blefs'd the grove, her conscious flight,
And youth that did betray;
And panting, dying with delight,
She bleft the kind transporting night,

And curft th' approaching day.

ON MUSIC.

FROM THE SAME COLLECTION.

WHEN whispering ftrains, with creeping wind,

Diftil soft paffion through the heart,
And whilft at every touch we find
Our pulfes beat, and bear a part,
When threads can make
Our heart-ftrings shake;
Philosophy can scarce deny,
Our fouls confift in harmony.

Oh, lull me, lull me, charming air,

My fenfes each with wonder sweet; Like fnow on wool thy fallings are,

Soft like spirits' are thy feet.

Grief who needs fear

That hath an ear?

Down let him lie,

And flumb'ring die,

And change his foul for harmony.

SONG.

SAME COLLECTION.. BY MR. J. H.

IN Chloris all foft charms agree:
Inchanting humour, powerful wit;
Beauty, from affectation free,

And for eternal empire fit.
Where'er fhe goes, love waits her eyes,
The women envy, men adore;
But, did she lefs the triumph prize,

She would deferve the conqueft more.

The pomp of love fo much prevails,

She begs what none else would deny her, Makes fuch advances with her eyes,

The hope fhe gives prevents defire. Catches at every trifling heart,

Seems warm with every glimmering flame; The common prey fo deads the dart, It scarce can pierce a noble game.

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I could lie ages at her feet,
Adore her, careless of my pain;
With tender vows her rigours meet,

Despair, love on, and not complain.
My paffion, from all change secure,

No favours raife, no frown controuls; I any torment can endure,

But hoping with a crowd of fools.

SEDLEY.

SONG.

PHILLIS, let's fhun the common fate,
And let our love ne'er turn to hate.
I'll doat no longer than I can

Without being call'd a faithless man ;
When we begin to want discourse,
And kindness seems to tafte of force,
As freely as we met we'll part;
Each one poffefs'd of his own heart.
Thus while rash fools themselves undo,
We'll game, and leave off favers too.
So equally the match we'll make,
Each shall be glad to draw the stake:
A fmile of thine shall make my bliss,
Or I'll enjoy thee in a kiss :
If from this height our kindness fall,
We'll bravely scorn to love at all:
If thy affection first decay,
I will the blame on nature lay.
Alas! what cordial can remove
The hafty fate of dying love?
Thus we will all the world excel,
In loving and in parting vell.

SONG.

Nor, Celia, that I jufter am,

Or better than the reft;

For I would change each hour, like them, Were not my heart at rest.

But I am ty'd to very thee
By ev'ry thought I have:
Thy face I only care to see,
Thy heart I only crave.

All that in woman is ador'd,
In thy dear felf I find;

For the whole sex can but afford
The handfome and the kind.

Why then should I seek farther store,
And still make love anew?

When change itself can give no more,
'Tis easy to be true.