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T the fight of my Phyllis, from every Part,

AT

A Spring-Tide of Joy does flow up to my Heart; Which quickens each Pulse, and fwells ev'ry Vein: But all my Delights are ftill mingled with Pain.

So ftrange a Diftemper fure Love cannot bring;
To my knowledge, Love was a much quieter Things
So gentle and tame, that he never was known,
So much as to wake me, when I lay alone.

III.

But the Boy is much grown, and fo alter'd of late,
He's become a more furious Paffion than Hate;
Since, by Phyllis, reftor'd to the Empire of Hearts,
He has new ftrung his Bow, and sharpen'd his Darts:
And ftrictly the Rights of his Crown to maintain,
He breaks ev'ry Heart, and turns ev'ry Brain.

IV.

My Madnefs, alas! I too plainly discover;
For he is (at least) as much Madman as Lover,
Who, for one cruel Beauty, is ready to quit
All the Nymphs of the Stage, and those of the Fit,
The Joys of Hide-Park, and the Mall's dear Delight;
To live fober all Day, and chaste all the Night.

ASON G.

NOME, Calia, let's agree, at laft,
To love, and live in Quiet:

Let's tie the Knot so very fast,

That Time shall ne'er untie it.
Love's deareft Joys they never prove,
Who free from Quarrels live;
'Tis fure the tender'ft Part of Love
Each other to forgive.

When leaft I feem'd concern'd, I took

No Pleasure, nor no Reft;

And when I feign'd an angry Look

Alas! I lov'd you best.

Say but the fame to me, you'll find
How blefs'd will be our Fate.
Ah! to be grateful, to be kind,
Sure never is too late.

A Receipt to make an Oat-meal Pudding.

Oats decorticated take two Pound,

And now Mille enough the fame to drownd; Of Raifons of the Sun, fton'd, Ounces eight; Of Currants, cleanly pick'd, an equal Weight; Of Sewet, finely flic'd, an Ounce, at least; And fix Eggs, newly taken from the Neft: Season this Mixture well, with Salt and Spice; 'Twill make a Pudding far exceeding Rice; And you may fafely feed on it like Farmers, For the Receipt is Learned Dr. Harmer's.

2.

A Receipt to make a Sack-Poffet.

ROM far Barbadoes, on the Western Main,

F Fetch sugar, half a pound; fetch Sack, from Spain,

A Pint; then fetch, from India's fertile Coast,
Nutmeg, the Glory of the British Toast.

Upon a Giant's Angling.

IS Angle-rod made of a sturdy Oak,

er broke.

His Hook he baited with a Dragon's Tail,
And fate upon a Rock and Bobb'd for Whale.

O

SONG.

F all the Torments, all the Cares,
With which our Lives are curft;
Of all the Plagues a Lover bears,

Sure Rivals are the worst!
By Partners, in each other kind,
Afflictions easier grow;
In Love alone we hate to find
Companions of our Woe.

Sylvia, for all the Pangs you fee,
Are lab'ring in my Breaft;
I beg not you would favour me,
Would you but flight the reft!
How great foe'er your Rigours are,
With them alone I'll cope;
I can endure my own Despair,
But not another's Hope.

To STREP HON.

Strephon

at laft th' unhappy Veil's remov'd; Sylvia, that Sylvia whom your Damon lov'd, Whom he preferr'd to all the World befide, And for whofe fake he had with Glory dy'd: Sylvia, in whom the Dotard thought to find Beauty and Wit, with Saint-like Virtue join'd, Does all the Treasure of her Charms expose To Temple Wits, and Covent-Garden Beaux! Looks coy, and shuns Mankind in open Light, While her Back-door admits them all at Night.

LYCON.

ECLOGUE.

Stephon and Damon's Flocks together fed,

Two charming Swains as e'er Arcadia bred; Both fam'd for Wit, and fam'd for Beauty both; Both in the Luftre of their blooming Youth: No fullen Cares their tender Thoughts remove, No Paffions difcompose their Souls, but Love.. Once, and but once alone, as Story goes,. Between the Youths a fierce Difpute arofe; Not for the Merit of their tuneful Lays, (Tho' both deferv'd, yet both despis'd that Praise ;) But for a Cause of greater Moment far,

That merited a Lover's utmost Care.

Each Swain the Prize of Beauty ftrove to gain,
For the bright Shepherdess that caus'd his Pain.
Lycon they chofe the Diff'rence to decide,
Lycon, for Prudence and fage Counsel try'd;
Who Love's myfterious Arts had ftudy'd long,
And taught, when Old, what he had practis'd Young.
For the Difpute alternate Verse they chufe,
Alternate Verse delights the Rural Muse.

Strep. To Flavia, Love, thou juftly ow'ft the Prize,
She owns thy Pow'r, nor does thy Laws reprove.
Dam. Tho' Sylvia for herself Love's Pow'r defies,
What crowds of Vaffals has the made to Love?
Strep. When Flavia comes attir'd for Rural Games,
Each Curl, each Flow'r she wears, a Charm express.
Dam. Sylvia, without a Foreign Aid, enflames;

Charm'd with her Eyes, we never mind her Dress. Strep. Have you feen Flavia with her Flaxen Hair?

She seems an Image of the Queen of Love! Dam. Sylvia's dark Hair like Leda's Locks appear, And yet, like her, has Charms to conquer Jove. Strep. Flavia by Crowds of Lovers is admir'd; Happy that Youth who fhall the Fair enjoy! Dam. Sylvia neglects her Lovers, lives retir'd; Happy, that could her lonely Thoughts employ!

Strep. Flavia, where-e'er fhe comes, the Swains fubdues,
And ev'ry Smile the gives conveys a Dart.
Dam. Sylvia the Swains with native Coldnefs views,
And yet what Shepherd can defend his Heart?
Strep. Flavia's bright Beauties in an instant strike;
Gazers, before they think of it, adore.

Dam. Sylvia's loft Charms, as foon as seen, we like;
But ftill the more we think, we love the more.
Strep. Who is fo ftupid that has Flavia feen,

As not to view the Nymph with vast Delight? Dam. Who has feen Sylvia, and fo ftupid been, As to remember any other Sight?

Strep. What Thoughts has Flavia, when with Care the Her charming Graces in the Crystal Lakes? [views Dam. To fee hers Sylvia need no Mirrors ufe:

She fees them by the Conquefts that he makes. Strep. With what Assurance Flavia walks the Plains? She knows the Nymphs muft all their Lovers yield. Dam. Sylvia with Blushes wounds the gazing Swains, And while fhe ftrives to fly, fhe wins the Field. Strep. Flavia at first young Melibaus lov'd;

For me she did that charming Youth forfake.
Dam. Sylvia's relentless Heart was never mov'd;
Gods! that I might the first Impreffion make!
Strep. Shou'd Flavia hear that Sylvia vy'd with her,
What Indignation would the Charmer fhow?
Dam. Sylvia wou'd Flavia to herself prefer:
There we alone her Judgment difallow.

Strep. If Sylvia's Charms with Flavia's can compare,
Why is This crouded ftill, and That alone?
Dam. Because their ways of Life fo different are;
Flavia gives all Men Hopes, and Sylvia none.

Lycon. Shepherds enough; now ceafe your am'rous Or too much Heat may carry both too far: [War; 1 well attended the Dispute, and find

Both Nymphs have Charms, but each in diff'rent Kind.
Flavia deferves more Pains than she will coft;
As cafily got, were the not easily loft.