For fuch I'll never venture Smiles,... Nor yet regard a Woman's Wiles joci pote The blazine alone.burnt out, Torch is The Diamond's Light abides The Fire her Glory hurls about, pasā That Spark, (if any fhould be mine)emat I'd rather lie alone. No Woman fhould deceive my Thought,nvo? A PR Nor put a Love fo flightly wrought, d Magna Into my Hands agains I'll pay no more fo dear for Wit, I'll love upon my own; Nor fhall Affection trouble it, And fo I'll fet my Heart at reft, I'll be no more fo rarely bleft, 76 They feek no Mates, no more will I, SONG CCCCIII. No more, &c. N° TO more will I my Paffion hide,À Tho' too prefuming it appeara When long Despair a Heart has try'd9VA What other Torments can it fear? Unlov'd of her, I would not live, Nor die, till the the Sentence give. Why should the Fair offended be If Virtue charm in Beauty's Dress applivadh If where fo much Divine I fee, My open Vows the Saint confefs ? Awak'd by Wonders in her Eyes, SONG CCCCIV. Phillis has, &c. HILLIS has fuch charming Graces, She was made for the Embraces dapa Phillis has fuch charming Graces, SONG CCCCV. With ev'ry, &c.. WIth ev'ry Grace young Strepbon chofe His Perfon to adorn, That, by the Beauties of his Face, With Bows and Smiles he did his Part A Youth lefs fine, a Youth of Art, With Change of Habits Strephon prefs'd, This found, his Courtship Strephon ends, b There in himself now feeks Amends; SONG CCCCVI. Maria, ARIA, when my Sight you bless, MA How can the Swain his Joy express, And hear thee Singing too? Thy Milk-white Waistcoat, free from Stain, As clear from Falfhood as Difdain; Thy Breath excels the Breath of Morn, But oh! the Burden of my Song ! The Vi'let thus, that in the Mead No more must rear his bloomy Head, SONG CCCCVII. My Heart, &c. TY Heart inclines your Chains to wear, But Reafon will not ftoop; M I love that Angel's Face, but fear Your Eyes difcharge the Darts of Love, Bubbat Pains fucceed, When fhall Pins and Needles prove The Fly about the Candle gays SONG CCCCVIII. Lovers, &aci Lovers, who waffe your Thoughts and Youth Extremes; Who dream of Women's Love and Truth, And doat upon your Dreams: I fhould not here your Fancy take From fuch a pleafing State; Were you not fure at laft to wake, And find your Fault too late. Then learn betimes, the Love which crowng Our Cares, is all but Wiles; Compos'd of falfe fantaftick Frowns, And foft diffembling Smiles. W With Anger, which fometimes they feign And then turn Flatterers again, As if fome Injury were meant To thofe they kindly us'd, Thofe Lovers are the most content, SONG CCCCIX. Clarinda, &c. LARINDA, the Pride of the Plain, So fam'd for her conquering Charms, Repenting her Scorn of a Swain, Sat penfive, and folding her Arms. Would mutually fuffer the Smart ; By my Drefs and my Charms to be known, I receiv'd all his Sighs with Difdain, |