Pleased Hob unfolds his flocks, and, whilst they feed, Sits and makes music on his oaten reed: Then I wake too, and viewing Lesbia's charms Do glut myself with pleasure in her arms. I By JOHN SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. INCONSTANCY EXCUSED. MUST confess I am untrue To Gloriana's eyes; But he that's smiled upon by you Must all the world despise. In winter fires of little worth Excite our dull desire; But when the sun breaks kindly forth Those fainter flames expire. Then blame me not for slighting now What I did once adore: O do but this one change allow, And I can change no more; Fixt by your never-failing charms Till languishing within your arms By JOHN SHEFFIELD, DUKE 'OME, Celia, let's agree at last To love and live in quiet; Let's tie the knot so very fast That time shall ne'er untie it. Love's dearest joys they never prove, Who free from quarrels live; 'Tis sure a godlike part of love Each other to forgive. When least I seemed concerned I took No pleasure, nor had rest; And when I feigned an angry look, Alas! I loved you best. Say but the same to me, you'll find How blest will be our fate; Sure to be grateful, to be kind, Can never be too late. By WILLIAM CONGREVE. ELL me no more I am deceived, TEL That Chloe's false and common; By Heaven! I all along believed She was a very woman; As such I liked, as such caressed, But oh! her thoughts on others ran, Why, what care I one farthing? Who has the better bargain? P By WILLIAM CONGREVE. OUS Selinda' goes to prayers ριους If I but ask the favour; And yet the tender fool's in tears When she believes I'll leave her. Would I were free from this restraint, Or I of her a sinner! By WILLIAM CONGREVE. AIR Amoret is gone astray, FALL Pursue and seek her every lover; I'll tell the signs by which you may The wand'ring shepherdess discover. Coquet and coy at once her air, Both studied, tho' both seem neglected; Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected. 1 Mrs. Bracegirdle. With skill her eyes dart ev'ry glance, Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect 'em; For she'd persuade they wound by chance, Tho' certain aim and art direct 'em. She likes herself, yet others hates For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises. From JOHN WILSON'S Belphe gor, 1690. ERE I to take wife, WER As 'tis for my life, She should be brisk, pleasant, and merry; A lovely fine brown, A face all her own, With a lip red and round as a cherry. Not much of the wise, Less of the precise, Nor over-reserved, nor yet flying; Hard breasts, a straight back, An eye full and black, But languishing as she were dying. |