How many Councils have I feen
Aptly with this compar❜d?
Councils of other Note I mean,
Than about Rhodilard;

Where all, while 'tis but to Dispute,
Can bravely stand their Ground
But when it comes to execute,
Not one is to be found.

From AN ACREON.

HAT Niobé to Stone was chang'd,

Tand Progné like a Swallow rang'd

About the Fields, old Poets tell;
Why might not I transform as well?
Oh! that I might become the Glass,
In which you use to fee your Face;
Or if I cou'd be chang'd, my Fair,
Into the Garment that you wear,
The Bath in which your Body fwims,
The Effence that anoints your Limbs,
The Fearls with which your Neck is dreft,
The Steenkirk ty'd upon your Breast:
Nay, i wou'd be your very Shooe,
Still to be trod upon by you.

From OV ID.

N Summer, and the Heat of all the Day,

IN

At my full Eafe in a large Bed I lay,
One Window fhut, t'other half open ftood,
Cafting a gloomy Light, as thro' a Wood;
Such as we ufe to fee when the Sun fets,
Or as the Dawning of the Day begets;
Such we fhou'd fill afford a blushing Maid,
Whofe Bashfulness of greater is afraid.

Corinna enters with her Neck all bare,

But where 'twas cover'd by loofe dangling Hair;
Such did of old Semiramis appear,

Or Laïs to fo many Lovers dear.

About her Shoulders carelefly was thrown,
A Veil fo thin that all was thro' it fhown.
Iftrove to pluck it off; the to retain,

But fo, as if the meant to ftrive in vain.
When the quite naked ftood, my wond'ring Eye
Could not one Fault in her whole Body 1py.
What Arms, what Shoulders had fhe! what a Breaft!
How firm, and how inviting to be preft!
How smooth and even did her Belly lye!
What lufty Sides! And what a youthful Thigh!
There needs no more, but all was moft Divine.
I drew her naked Body close to mine;

The reft you guess: We were both tir'd too foon:
May ev'ry Day of mine have fuch a, Noon.

A Hue and Cry after FAIR A

MORE T.

By Mr. CONGREVE.

AIR Amoret is gone aftray;

FA

Purfue and feek her, ev'ry Lover; I'll tell the Signs, by which you may The wand'ring Shepherdefs discover,

11.

Coquet and Coy at once her Air,

Both ftudy'd, tho' both feem neglected; Careless the is with artful Care,

Affecting to seem unaffected.

III.

With Skill her Eyes dart ev'ry Glance,

Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er fufpect 'em ;
For he'd perfuade they wound by chance,
Tho' certain Aim and Art direct 'em,

IV.

She likes herfelf, yet others hates
For that which in herself she prizes;
And while the Laughs at them, forgets
She is the Thing that the despises.

ASON G.

By the fame Hand.

I Look'd, and I figh'd, and I wish'd I cou'd speak

For I very fain wou'd have been at her; But when I ftrove most my Passion to break, Still then I faid leaft of the Matter.

II.

I fwore to my felf, and resolv'd I wou'd try
Some way my poor Heart to recover;
But that was all vain, for I fooner cou'd die,
Than live with forbearing to love her.

Dear Calia be kind then; and fince your own Eyes
By Looks can command Adoration,

Give mine leave to talk too, and do not despise
Those Oglings that tell you my Paffion.

IV.

We'll look, and we'll love, and tho' neither fhou'd The Pleasure we'll ftill be pursuing;

[fpeak,

And fo, without Words, I don't doubt we may make A very good end of this Wooing.

A SON G.

By the fame Hand.

A what what dearen loves,

H! what Pains, what racking Thoughts he proves,

In cruel Abfence doom'd paft Joys to mourn,
And think on Hours that will no more return.
Oh! let me ne'er the Pangs of Absence try;
Save me from Abfence, Love, or let me die,

I

Song in Dialogue, for two Women.
By the fame Hand.

I.

Love, and am belov'd again,

Strephon no more fhall figh in vain: I've try'd his Faith, and found him true, And all my Coyness bid adeu.

II.

I love, and am belov'd again,

Yet ftill my Thyrfis fhall complain;
I'm fure he's mine, while I refufe him,
But fhou'd I' yield, I fear to lofe him.

A.

HECA

BO

DOMININA

INUS

BIBLIO

1. Men will grow faint with tedious Fasting, 2. And will both tire with often Tafting, When they find the Blifs not lafting.

1. Love is compleat in kind Poffeffing.
2. Ah no! ah no! that ends the Bleffing.
Chorus of both.

Then let us beware how far we confent,
Too Soon when we yield, too late we repent;
'Tis Ignorance makes Men admire,
And granting Defire,

AS ON G.

By the fame Hand

Rant me, gentle Love, faid I,

VN

}

Long I've born Excefs of Pain,
Let me now fome Blifs obtain.
Thus to Almighty Love I cry'd,
When angry, thus the God reply'd.
Bleffings greater none can have,
Art thou not Amynta's Slave?
Ceafe, fond Mortal, to implore,
For Love, Love himself's no more.

SON G.

By the fame Hand.

Ruel Amynta, can you fee

Cruel

A Heart thus torn which you betray'd? Love of himself ne'er vanquifh'd me, But thro' your Eyes the Conqueft made.

In Ambush there the Traitor lay,
Where I was led by faithlefs Smiles.
No Wretches are fo loft as they,
Who much Security beguiles.

SON G.

By the fame Hand.

EE, fee the wakes, Sabina wakes!

SE

And now the Sun begins to rife;

Lefs glorious is the Morn that breaks
From his bright Beams, than her fair Eyes,

With Light united, Day they give,
But diff'rent Fates e'er Night fulfil:
How many by his Warmth will live!

How many will her Coldness kill!