F To a Coquet Beauty. ROM wars and plagues come no fuch harms, So much sweetness in her face, In her motions fuch a grace, Except to fet the world on fire. Thou, fair diffembler, doft but thus Would'st rather force mankind to bow, Gives truer joys than crouds refus'd. For what does youth and beauty ferve? To charm our eyes, and melt our hearts? Unless you love, you please in vain. The RELAPSE. L IKE children in a starry night, When I beheld those eyes before, I gaz'd with wonder and delight, Infenfible of all their pow'r. I play'd about the flame fo long, My hopes were weak, my passion strong, By all the helps of human art, But, fince you fhine away defpair, If once again my vows difpleafe, The RECOVERY. IGHING and languishing I lay, A stranger grown to all delight, Paffing with tedious thoughts the day, And with unquiet dreams the night, For your dear fake, my only care Was how my fatal love to hide; For ever drooping with despair, Till, like fome angel from above, Can make amends for all the grief. Those pleafing hopes I now purfue, Here all my doubts and troubles end; Nor am I vain, fince I depend Not on my own defert, but yours. D The CONVERT. EJECTED, as true converts die, So, faireft! at your feet I lie, Of all my fex's faults afham'd. Too long, alas! have I abus'd But fince fo freely I confefs A crime which may your fcorn produce, Allow me now to make it lefs By any just and fair excufe. I then did vulgar joys pursue, But ignorant of love and you, How could I chufe but do amiss? If ever now my wandring eyes Seek out amufements as before; If e'er I look, but to defpife Such charms, and value yours the more; May fad remorfe, and guilty fhame, And, what remble ev❜n to name, The PICTURE. In Imitation of ANACREON. TH skill and care; HOU flatterer of all the fair, With her tempting eyes begin, At each glance a lover dies: Make them bright, yet make them willing; Next, draw her forehead; then her nofe, And lips just op'ning, that disclose } |